Author: William Terry

I’m reminded of all these people I went to Orchestra class with in Middle School, playing my viola

Based off hotels on the map app, I checked in to one with the best rate close to work. I purchased the room for a week. My first two days were my two days of from work so I spent the time watching TV and working on my FreeCell app in Azure which is my hobby right now except I haven’t done hardly anything in the last two months. After my weekend, I go to leave my room for the first time to grab some grocery then I got back room service had gone through the room, so they had come in to clean the room because they thought it was vacant now. My phone charger and ear buys disappeared from the room on the first day, and someone went through took my stuff, returned the rest. So now I only go in with a bag with a change of clothes and don’t leave anything in the room. . Horrible experience. So after my week there was over and I had to purchase a new phone charger.. I went to a different place which charge so much, I’d basically spend most my check on housing, two thousand a month at sixty five a day… That doesn’t leave enough to fix my car or accomplish anything. So I’m out here looking for a place

I’m having a Hannibilly Lecter moment, excuse me. This week was quite a change… I got my first paycheck at work and I decided it’s time to leave, and my aunt had my stuff packed in a suitcase already because a couple of weeks ago she said I needed to leave and changed her mind about staying the three months. I went ahead and moved out before anything bad happened. The day I moved out was awkward, I got paid, I told her I had a place to stay. I’d told her I’d looked at places for the last few days up to my payday.If anything else, I could rent a motel room. The waiting period on a place was to long so I went ahead and got a motel room. On the day I was telling her I was leaving, she asks me to leave the sheets in the laundry and help more the yard first. I spent a few hours doing yard work, then she locks me out of the house when I’m done and tells me to go to the store and buy laundry detergent and bleach though I’m covered in grass from weedeating. So I’m walking through the grocery smelling like gasoline and covered in grass. Earlier that day she was talking about me giving her my debit card and pin number… I decided this is getting kind of weird… she’s trying to treat me like a disabled dependant and she’s bi-polar with mood swings every other day. I’m out before this spirals out of control with me making a paycheck. She let me in to drop off the laundry detergent. I took a shower, picked up the suitcase she said I could have with clothes and a pair of sunglasses and a cross she said belong to my grandmother I could have. Leave the sheets in the laundry room. I’m off to my reservation.
She was talking about me house sitting for her when she went to Mexico, but the constant I need you to help do some things and stay here, then the opposite you need to get out the house, I’m in the middle of everything and everything’s my fault. The insults… I was hoping to leave on a nice, quiet, happy note.
Anyways, I’m around the corner from my new job now so I don’t get stuck in traffic as often with the hour drive

New job, woohoo. Plan was that in three months, when I know for sure I have the job, I’m saving up and finding my own place but turns out I need to be gone yesterday since my suitcase was packed for me and this an every other day topic. My best choice right is a hotel room… it’s going to be expensive.

Added a few more titles to the list… Dido – Thank You, Eminem – Stan, Harry Potter – J.K. Rowling… need one more essence of Dumbledore to complete my recipe for Forever Triple Discord Soup

What my imaginary wife is trying to say (based off her recent like on tiktok) that I should be saying is that my work is horrible and I make it out to be too easy and I have to spend all day kneeling to all these packages containing drugs that are going to a bunch of druggies which is the same thing I was taught is everything that’s wrong with me and why we lock people up in cages like animals and it’s totally opposite my sobriety approach and though my Tia said I need to make friends at work and is why I have trouble with jobs is I don’t make friends anymore and I’m still debating on the best approach to make friends compared to another fear and loathing in Las Vegas trip to the casino or Xbox friends or what and her number need to be out my phone like yesterday cause it was never supposed to be there in the first place just cause she my manager whatever or my imaginary wife that’s dating other guys since forever and left Texas for new york wants a divorce cause she already doing the index ring thing which means it’s over I thought we were polygamist anyways since I started dating that other girl in Fort Worth from Bumble when she left the first time and she trying to say that I need a better job like being homeless so all I gotta do is hang around all day and people give me free money and food for doing nothing

I got a new job btw

Umm so after my last journal post where I mention my Tia was walking out the store with us on mother’s day and she start putting on a new necklace that appear out of nowhere, a couple of days later we’re shopping at HEB when she puts on a hat that’s on display at one of those random locations like where all the chips are snacks and bread are there a hanger with a bunch of hats, and she says she likes it and puts it on and continues shopping while wearing it. Then at checkout, she’s still wearing it like she forgot it and could possibly walk out the store with it on without paying. This woman, I believe her name was Angela, working the register next to it pointed out out to Tia, and my Tia got aggressive verbally automatically telling her she didn’t know what adjective was talking about and said just cause she dressed like a super model she think she runs everything and made a big scene. So these managers came out, Jake and Ashley. So we’re standing here in front of everyone, Angela, Jacob and Ashley. It very embarrassing

1987 Batteries Not Included – Steven Spielberg
1999 American Beauty
2017 The End Of The F****ing World

Has been added to the list…
Batteries, sound like B a Terrys, also by the E.T. producer Spielberg.. Extra Terry is Trial 1982 when I was born.

American Beauty written by Alan Ball, with Wes Bentley as Ricky Fitts, and Chris Cooper as Col. Frank Fitts

Mother’s day 2025 at my aunts

My aunt keeps pressing the idea that I’m bi-polar and telling everyone that I’m bi-polar though I’m calmly sitting here for the weeks now listening to her talk non stop for hours at a time, from talking normally, to yelling and wanting to argue, and yelling, to someone’s crying. And then randomly wanting to drive the car out somewhere impulsively to start a fight with store attendants. Road rages a lot. Shoplifts (only a candy bar so far but I remember this now from my childhood with her, shoplifting). I lost count how many times she’s returned things to the store to exchange for something else because she changes her mind after taking products home and opening them. So today I asked her, “Tia are you sure you’re not bi-polar?”

She shows the symptoms of being bi-polar way more than I do

Her reply at first was… no she can’t have that disability because she takes care of Julie. Then later after mentioning she’s bi-polar, she told me.. you know what Billy, I might be a little bi-polar, then she looked at me and said you know what, I’m not just bi-polar, I’m worse than that

I know what bi-polar people are like and they are extreme emotional anger mental, I don’t fit that description at all. There’s time when people like at jobs or like that scenario at my mom’s house where people are pushing my buttons like they’re trying to intentional make me upset, I have a reason to be upset, it usually takes a lot to my make upset though.

It started off, she’s helping me get a place of my own to stay and a job and I don’t owe her anything, she doing this to help. My grand mother raised her instead of my mom as a kid. So she’s going to help me out. I told her I don’t have money right also but I could go to Pacesetter and work there until I landed a new job. She won’t let me work at Pacesetter. I’m not allowed to drive my car until I vacuum it, which she keeps putting off. I got the Lone Star card in the mail. She says I have to give her my card to cover expenses. Now she says I owe her money for bills and wants me to pay her back. Constantly goes off talking to me from she’s happy to see me, happy conversation, to completely insulting me, and yelling me my mom is trash, insulting everyone and her lifestyle is so much better than everyone’s. It drives me nuts listening to her especially when she starts with the insults and asking me questions to pull me into an argument

I’m expected to wear clean clothes without doing laundry on a regular basis. Aunt’s tripping out about this in the mornings. Is have to somehow use the laundry machine without her knowing so I can have clean clothes because I’m not allowed to mess with anything and she doesn’t do my laundry often enough. So this morning my Aunt’s tripping out about a dress shirt I’ve worn twice and hung up in the closet. Well I have nothing clean but some under shirts and shorts. Then goes off on you just came to see me because you want money and just have three dollars. She doesn’t want me here and I need to leave. And she’s trying to sell the house and in some relationship she hates and wishes she was back with her ex husband Tom, and I’m in the middle of everything. That was this morning 5/11/2025 mother’s day in the course of five minutes, instead of good mornings and happy mothers day, before I had a chance to say anything. Her husband never bought a wedding ring and it’s trying to rape her daughter with down syndrome six months into their relationship. And his kids don’t like her, and her kids don’t like him. And she’s been trying to divorce for seven years and bought a fixed up a house with him but still wants a divorce after seven years and live in seperate houses but still deals with it, wants a divorce, doesn’t want a divorce. Sounds confused.

Couple days ago, I’m listening to her talking like usual… usually while she’s cooking. Before a couple of days ago, yesterday I paid attention to how long it takes to make breakfast. Breakfast took five hours and we ate breakfast at lunch. So that’s five hours of listening to her talk while she’s making breakfast. If I so much as try to look at my phone while she talking snaps at me. I might get an hour break between brunch and dinner. Couple of days ago, talking from sun up to sun down. She turned her topics into relationships with me instead of relationships she’s had. Saying women wouldn’t ever want to be with me. I’m to old. I’m not the type women would ever want to be with. I’m never having kids or family or anything. Completely trying to demoralize me.

Ok so mother’s day, went to see my cousin and he bought us lunch at the mall. It was cool. Thank you for everything. Like I want planning on staying here, I just wanted to see my aunt and ask advice on my ID because I suddenly lost mine in Houston and want sure what to do because my Social Security card had also disappeared back in Honey Grove. I recovered these now. SS suddenly appeared in my binder when it wasn’t there before. So after lunch with cousin… my Tia stood at TJ Max and we walk in and she’s looking at purses for a while then wants to leave the store and as we’re walking through the parking lot she’s putting on a new necklace.. I’m wondering where this necklace came from.. appeared from nowhere. Back at the house, she’s repeating I have to leave again and I can leave in the morning. After she had me put all these applications out in the area and I have an interview tomorrow.

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Late night mothers day update… I already ready to pack my bags and ready to go off and work the day labor job in the morning.. all mentally set that I’m leaving and already mentally making plans that I’m probably be in ft worth tomorrow.

Then my aunt asks me to help her sell something on ebay, which is one of the first things she told me about when I first came here, is that she has all lot of stuff she wants to sell but wants some help on how to work ebay to sale it. We could have been doing this the whole time. Anyways I helped her make an account and list her first item and suddenly she’s nice to me again and is talking to me to stay and look for job and help sales stuff in ebay…

Then she gives me a suitcase so I can pack my stuff. I’m so confused now. I’LL pack my stuff in the new suitcase because I’m not allowed to leave tomorrow because I have to help her sale some more stuff in ebay first.

This is what’s left of the E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial voodoo doll animatronic, and what a coincidence that the metal plate in the center looks like the number 88, the same age as Pope Francis that just passed away. Poopy… puppy… Pope, or a butterfly:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ZEGXr61qCYt9JEEQLS2q20NsEDUsu2HY/

I went to visit my aunt a week ago. Visited since April 15th, and catching up on everything I’ve missed out on. I got my ID back. My Tia Keta has also welcomed me to live in San Antonio to help me get housing close to here near my cousins.
I could talk a lot about my time here so far. One thing I’m dealing with is I tried to explain to my aunt about the surveillance going on and also about the E.T. movie and William and Harry and the entertainment industry shadowing me from surveillance since I was born and well she told me I sounded loco and doesn’t believe me and she wants to take me to see a psychiatrist because she says I have a disability and if I tell the psychiatrist this they’ll want to put me in a mental institute. So that’s how that went, trying to explain something that took me these last few years to piece together to someone that asked me what’s going on, and explain it in an hour. I did tell her I was writing a book on all of this.
Also planned to drive out to see mom the day after Easter to recover my birth certificate. We would have gone on Easter if it hadn’t stormed all weekend. The visit was kind of fast, however we did manage to visit the Eiffel tower in Paris, Tx for some family pictures.

Rest in Peace Pope F

Me practicing writing Steven Spielberg’s name for when he dies cause it’s one of the few happy thoughts I have right now.

Steven Spielberg alive

Steven Spielberg not aliv

Steven Spielberg alive

Steven Spielberg not alive

Steven Spielberg alive

Steven Spielberg not alive

Added Minecraft the Movie to the list, just about any Jack Black movies, with any name like Micheal “Jack”son also alludes to E.T. the Extraterrestrial. Other way of saying the Yacky Black son, ugly black son in E.T., also starred in The Cable Guy “See a Billy Guy” with the awkward scene with Jim Carey rubbing his nipple like a faggot to some dude in jail saying, “Oh Billy.”

Don’t be a drunk

Ode to one year sober
One year not under the influence
Except sugar and coffee..
Bubblegum was my new addiction
I quit bubblegum
Cause it’s expensive
One year not drunk
Cheers to me
Super job
I rock
Cause I’m my own fan on this
I did a fantastic year
And no one else is here to cheer me on
Is this supposed to rhyme?
I forgot what an ode was,
A poem I think

Yes I said cease and desist faggot and find someone your own size to harass and no one should pay your faggot music or movies. And do me a favor and sing and a faggot song about a car with two headlights. These country songs all talking about one headlight drunk ass. Who set this standard