The Adventures of Gooey Blog - Chapter I

Off the Wall

Despite what you might think, it is not at all exciting being a blog of gooey stuff on the wall. The wall I called home and had been there for a little while just watching and listening - I had quite good hearing - to the things going on around me. How I got there, on that particular wall was quite a mystery to me as I could gather no recollection of climbing up the wall myself, although I must admit my memory is not that great. One time, a long long time ago it seems, I remember once finding myself up on the ceiling looking down on everything; it all looked so small. I didn't stay there too long though, but I still don't know how I got up there.

Anyway, so the wall was my home then; it was quite nice and I liked it a lot, but I wanted to leave. It's not that it was so bad, but sometimes I like to just do things for a change, for no reason, but to change. Also it gets quite boring where I was sometimes. I can handle quite a bit of boredom without usually getting that bored, but that day I was just feeling much too much like having some kind of adventure, rather than just sitting on the wall looking around and listening. I have quite good hearing did you know? I like to go on little adventures every so often, for no reason though, just for the hell of it.

It isn't too for down to the ground from where I was, only a couple of hundred centimeters, so I unstuck myself from the wall. This can be quite hard to do at times because I am quite sticky, I really am. Anyway, after a while I got unstuck from the wall and was on my way down. I like the feeling of falling, the air rushing past me really fast. Once I had like a really vivid dream that I was falling from a great height. It was a good dream; I liked it, but then I woke up and was still on the wall. After about a second or so I went splat on the floor. It didn't hurt; some people think it hurts when I go splat on something hard, but it doesn't. I don't know why, but it doesn't at all. I guess its a good thing really.

It was the middle of the day and no one was around. The only ones that were around were the fish in the other room. I hear them all the time and have had the occasional conversation with them from time to time. I don't really much like talking to them though, but I thought I'd better at least say goodbye before I left. They're the only ones that might even notice I'm gone. Sometimes they get bored with swimming around I suppose, so they try to strike up a conversation with me every so often, but they usually don't have very much to talk about. I picked myself up from the floor; it was hard though because I was all flat out on the ground and I'm quite sticky as you know. After that I started running over to the fishtank, which was in the other room. I don't know why I was running, I just felt like running I guess. I was all wound up and everything.

I was all out of breath when I got to where the fishtank was. I can get quite out of breath very easily, especially when I run; I'm in terrible shape. I looked up and called out to the fish. They were on this chest of drawers type thing, it was really high, about a million centimeters and all. I didn't know if they could hear me so I called again, this time louder. I can't really call that loud though, especially when I'm out of breath. I didn't see the fish come out and I suddenly started to feel like not saying goodbye to them anyway, so I started for the back door.

I didn't run this time, but just strolled over real casual like. I imagined I was in one of those cartoons where the main character is always about to embark on a great adventure and getting himself all geared up for it. I hate cartoons, I really do, but I imagined I was in one just for fun. It was sort of really fun too. I imagined all the things I would do on my adventure, all the people I would meet and the different things I would get up to. I started to really get into it and all. But by the time I got to the door, I was kind of getting over it. I'm always getting over things before I've even done them, so I sat up against the door and looked around for a bit.

From where I was, I could see my old place on the wall, way off in the distance. I wasn't sure how long I'd spent sitting up against the door, but suddenly I thought of just scrapping the whole idea of going on an adventure and go back up onto the wall. There was quite a big gap underneath the door. I looked out under the door, boy it was big. It was about the biggest place I have ever seen out there. There were no walls anywhere, just a whole lot of blue and green and lots of things moving and swaying. I started getting quite nervous and all - I can get very nervous at times. I decided just to put a little part of me under the door just to see what it was like. I squashed out a small part of me - I guess you could call it my foot - and slowly pushed it under the door. I felt like a really cold breeze, which kind of reminded me of falling. I kept my foot out there for a little while. I kind of liked it and wasn't feeling half as nervous as I was before, but I was still thinking of scrapping the whole idea of going on a big adventure and just wanted to go back to my wall.

Just then I felt something latch onto me from the other side of the door. Before I knew it, I was being pulled through the gap under the door. Boy was I scared.