My Amityville horror:A creepy documentary that I never finished because my friend and I tried watching it at 3AM in our very dark three story house.
The Troll in Central park: I had nightmares as a child that his troll would crawl up into my body. I shit you not, I would not sleep facing the side of my bed facing the wall for 8 years because of this fear.
E.T. (I’m not putting a link in, a link means I have to glimpse at an image) I had a dream as a kid he tried to kill me, so I lived in fear my whole childhood of E.T. and still do.
The Great Mouse Detective: Ok the movie isn’t scary, but there’s a fucking bat in it that scary as shit. Two years ago a bat ended up on my bedroom door and I touched it…full circle.
Some films I enjoy watching (there are pently more I left out)
I’m probably a pretty normal person. I can’t keep regular sleeping hours, I enjoy food and TV show indulgences and I can’t name each of the state capitals but I can name all the restaurants and fast food places within 25 miles of where I’m at. So I’m fairly normal I think, I hope.
But I have my own unique set of traits and quirks. One of them was in full force last night until 3AM.
I’ve been in a crappy ass moodthe last few weeks and I know I’ve been the most negative person ever. I’m still stressed and I’ll always be stressed. It’s my survival strategy, or my way to get my lazy ass off the floor and to stop eating the brownie batter.
Since I have tomorrow off I rented three movies from the video store last night. Yes, the video store. my parents have been going to the same little video store since I was a little kid. The little video store always makes me smile because its such a small town thing, to have a video store still.
I watched the filmThe Theory of Everything. Pretty film, the images were very pretty, the continuing theme of circles, moving inward, outward and the movement of backwards to meet at a point. I enjoyed the small detail when Stephen Hawking (Eddie Redmayne) watches the others move their fingers, pictures himself picking up the pen. It’s an accurate image to portray and a different way to show being trapped.
Then after the movie came weird habit #77. It took ahold of me like an OCD patient in a filing disaster zone. I cleaned my room. But I didn’t just clean my room because I dust and clean every other week or so. This was pulling stuff out my closet, my filing drawers and I re-organized everything. Movie ended at midnight and I stayed up cleaning and organizing until 3AM. Then I got myself off, imagined how nice it would be to have a ball gag (because I’m loud and I have to hold it in).
I have this terrible infliction, or quirk I guess? A quality one possesses and you hope others find it endearing, cute, all those fucking sweet, honey and sugar synonyms to describe a cute gal pal.
I cry when animals die. Sounds, normal right? Anyone would be sad if a puppy died, or your pet of 10 years passed away. Yeah, take it to the next level. Not only do I cry when animals die but the personification of an animal is so moving I cry. Like this short film for example:
I just cried and cried the whole damn time.
Other moments in film and TV I cried when no one else did:
Two Brothers (Cried when I realized the mother tiger wasn’t dead) (Also the scene when they first showed the two different worlds the brother grew up in)
Marley and Me (Ok i know a lot of people cried when the dog dies but my boyfriend of the time had fallen asleep half way through and woke up to me crying and was like, “whats wrong?!” Through my gasping for air I said, “Marley didn’t make it.”