You're probably quite far off the mark so let me tell you...I've been watching a horror movie... on my own...just for the hell of it. Why? Because I'm an adrenaline junkie and I like scaring the shit of myself.
I just finished watching Darkness Falls, a film that I decided to watch after reading about it on a Yahoo answers thing about the scariest horror films ever. I wouldn't particularly say it was the scariest film I've ever watched, but I know I'm going to scare myself (atleast for the next few weeks) when I'm in the dark! :/
I normally try and rope someone else into watching it with me, normally my brother, but today I thought "fuck that, I'm old enough to watch this on my own". I think I managed not to scream (like I normally do) because the film actually wasn't that scary. Also I read this tip to stop being scared somewhere- imagine the camera crew in the scene, it makes it instantly less scary. So true! Thanks to the (imaginary) camera crew, I got through the film with only minor hiding behind my scarf. I'll count that as a victory.
Yes, I will, because when I went to see Insidious with Jan, I literally screamed so much that my throat was sore at the end of the film! It was quite embarrassing because not many people (fine, not any, i.e. no one else) screamed, so I actually heard another cinema goer say "really?". I'm sorry, don't judge me, I just scare easily, ok? On another occasion, I went to see The Haunting in Connecticut, and I knocked over a whole box of popcorn. I am just that smooth!
So, there you go, you've learnt something else about me. I like scaring myself; be it horror movies, roller coasters or just imagining the worst case scenario for every situation, even when there is a perfectly rational explanation (Ok, I just have to tell you about this one time, that Gerry, my boyfriend, kept on calling me whilst I was in a lecture that he knew I was in. I texted him to find out was going on , and he just called me back. So obviously, the only explanation for this was that my crazy ex (whole other story) had tracked down Gerry, had beaten him up, and he was lying there dying (therefore couldn't text) so was just calling me to say his dying words (which was obviously that he loved me!). Turns out he just forgot I was in a lecture! Overactive imagination or what?!)
On a completely irrelevant note, here's a picture of my beautiful dog...sleeping with the phone next to her. She did this twice yesterday...My mum's away in Norway at the moment, and I'm thinking she was just missing mummy's voice!
She's as beautiful as she is dopey, but she's the perfect dog for our household, and she knows it!
xx
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