neurological dryer lint

i got the hook up. holla if you hear me. uhhhhh. we get cool new blogger features for free cuz the google guys are pimps. i've wanted the title thing for a while. i also wish we had a comments option. i might need to find one somewhere else. if you know of a good comments engine to add to blogger please inform away.

ok so 2:30am last night i get a phone call on the house phone. weirdest thing ever. here's how it went:

Me: hello?
Him: Is Eli there?
Me: Eli? No, man, you've got the wrong number
Him: No, man. Eli Reese. He's there. Let me talk to him.
Me: No dude there's no one named Eli here.
Him: This is Justin Hall, right?
Me: Uh. Yeah.
Him: He's at your house. Put him on the phone.
Me: No, man, he's not. I've never heard that name. No one's at our house. I don't even know who that is.
Him: Well, it doesn't matter, the police are on their way right now. And I'm on my way over. So just let me talk to him.
Me: Seriously, dude, there is no one here named Eli. It's just me and my roommates and we're all sleeping, we're the only ones here.
Him: He's there. He's got blonde hair, he's tall, has glasses…
Me: Hold on. B, wake up.
B: nnnggggggg
Me: B, you ever heard the name Eli Reese?
B: nnngahuiuhghhhh…. Uh… no..
Me: Yeah, dude, we don't know who you're talking about. Who is this?
Him: I'm looking for him. Let me talk to him.
Me: What's your name?
Him: … John Boston.
Me: Well, John, there's no one here.
Him: You better let me talk to him…. Click.

if someone was pranking me, they did a good job, but it had to be someone who knew my name, or found me in a phone book, i guess. if it was you and you're reading this... good work, you managed to freak me out. but i don't know these names at all, and i was seriously close to going off on the person before they hung up. it wasn't a dream, either, because i got up and walked over to the phone, and the phone ended up on my table next to me from my desk. yeah. totally strange.