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First and foremost I must start of with a warning.
I am not the most sensitive of people, which means you will find some of my blogs to be vulgar, and possibly rude. If foul language offends you, I warn you now to use caution when proceeding.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Okay, so here's a gay story. Mike and I went to Blockbuster the other night to get a few movies and they had a sale 4 for 20$. So we bought 4 and rented 2, but that's not the story. Now this is the story. I don't know what happened to me. When I was younger, I had no problems with scary movies. I could watch just about anything. I'd be good. No night fears, not freakouts in the dark, I wouldn't peek out of my bedspread to see if there was someone standing at the end of my bed. I was good. Nah, not anymore, I went retarded. I watched The Ring, TV was in the hallway. I watched The Grudge, didn't go to Japanese homes. I watched Stay Alive, I don't play video games, etc, etc... Yeah I'm a loser. Well so anyway. We went to Blockbuster and rented Pulse. If you've never heard of it, it's more or less a rip off of White Noise. Ghosts coming out of your cell phone and phone lines connected to the computer, etc.. Anywhere there was a signal. So we're watching Pulse and I'm covering my eyes, like a loser. Now I was fine the first night, cause my logic is always this.... If a monster or ghost is gonna get me while Mike is laying next to me, I'ma throw that bastard in front and run... tee hee, yeah I'm a mean loser. So the first night I was okay, cause Mike was home, but the next day the boat went to sea and so last night, my first night alone, I'm turning off the light and RUNNING to my bed and jumping so that whatever is under the bed can't grab me, and I QUICKLY pulled the blankets over my head and bundled up good, my theory here is that if they can't see me, they can't get me. And I'm peeking out of the blankets actually expecting to see a white shadowy figure standing over me, why?? Cause I'm a loser. Yeah, I am. So I'm laying here singing the ABC's over and over again till I get drowsy enough to just fall asleep versus laying there awake and thinking about stuff, cause then you hear every noise and you see shadows get bigger and bigger in the dark. So that was my night, my loser story. And now I'm siting here on the computer that is connected to the internet and the ghosts can get me in the daytime just as easy as they could in the night, but I'm not as big a loser in the daytime, I wonder what tonight will be like. God I'm such a loser.

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