Dear Diary,
Apologies for last entries extreme morose-ness! This is what happens when you have no job and too much time to think. Anyway, have cheered up slightly now, following a shift at work. Well, not that the shift was anything to write home about - but the Love Eggs helped it along somewhat! It really is the most wonderful feeling - people should wear them more! Think how many happy workers up and down the country would be doing their jobs will a secret smile on their faces! Great, now I've got "Secret Smile" in my head - good old Tori.
SO - Parents are out for the night. Its just gone 3am and I've just stuck "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" on. Sam from work lent it me, after a lengthy discussion of what we both found to be the scariest horror film ever, I got onto "The Exorcist," she claimed Emily Rose was scarier, etc... etc... Got to work the other night to find it on the shelf, apparently she said I could borrow it. Nice! Decided there was no better way to celebrate the parents being out than snuggling under a duvet watching a horror film, munching on egg sandwich (well, I had the munchies and there's fuck-all to eat in this house). Have several jobs to do tomorrow morning so might as well not go to sleep. Or at least only get a few hours.
Oh my god. Just reached the "dorm room" incident, where the duvet slides off the bed. And I'm sat here under a duvet. Holy crap. If it so much as moves a CENTIMETRE, I'm running out the front door. Ooh, Laura Linney! Gosh, she looks different, mind you, she's a polished lawyer in this, whereas the last film I saw her in was "Love Actually," where she played a downtrodden girl looking after her sick brother. Makes sense.......
I'm rambling, I know. Really, I'm just typing things so I can have the laptop in my lap, and therefore an inexplicable yet heightened sense of security. Don't ask me how or why that works, it just do JESUS CHRIST!!!!! Sorry. One of Emily's classmates just started bleeding BLACK from the eyes! Fucking nora. This is some scary shit!
Ohhh..... OK, I've just jumped about 5 times in the last minute. Hmmmm.... I don't think I like this film. I've literally just sat here trying to calm myself down by singing; "It's OK, it's OK, they're acting, it's OK, it's only a horror FIIIIIIIIIIIIILM!!!" (To the tune of "Tomorrow" from "Annie")
Good lord. I've actually reached the Muting Stage. I ALWAYS do this, at least once upon watching a horror film for the first time. Especially alone. The Muting Stage is when the film reaches the inevitable "quiet" scene - the scene where someone, usually a main character, is somewhere alone, the lights have probably just gone out, and there's that creepy "suspenseful" music when you know - you just KNOW - that a big scare is just around the corner. I HAVE to Mute those points, no question about it. There's simply no AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!! OH, SWEET CHRIST, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! Oh my god, this is horrible. Not to mention weird, I just simultaneously screamed and typed - whilst jumping about a FOOT in the air. It was the bit where Jason looks over the edge of the bed and she's all contorted on the floor and staring straight at him - oh fucking hell, I'm getting goosebumps remembering it. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. This is sending the shits up me.
Shit. There seems to be a lot of emphasis on 3AM, everyone seems to be waking up and smelling burning at that time. Oh great, so it turns out 3am is the demonic witching hour. And I've just remembered what time I put this fucking film on. Sweet Jesus.....
Well, films over. It's now quarter to 5, and can't be rammed staying up.
What if I go to sleep and wake up and someone's just THERE lying contorted on my floor, staring straight at me?!? Fuck me. I'm SO not going to sleep tonight. Mum and Dad's bed it is, then. You can't see the floor when you're on it and besides - it's Mum and Dad's bed. Nothing can hurt or scare you in your parent's bed, it's a known fact.
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Current Mood: scared shitless
Current Music: Emily Rose credits music
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