It seems that Blogger is even harder on photo quality than Facebook is. Also, for some reason, Blogger is currently forcing me to utilize underlined text. I don't think I enjoy you today, Blogger!
Due to the decreased photo quality (coupled with poor choice of positioning on our part) you cannot really see our costumes very well. So let's recap: I am a very unoriginal Superwoman (though the dress may seem super short in this picture, it's not actually that short and the costume was probably the least-skanky one I could find for females!) Craig bought a last-minute mask for $1.50 and pulled on my old witch dress. Winston is a hotdog (seriously, how amazing is that?) and Winnie is a very adorable witch. I may post better pictures of us at a later date. Or I may not. I'll let you wait it out in suspense.
Halloween ended up being kind of fun until we made the very stupid decision to go see "Paranormal Activity" late at night. Yes, despite the fact that I am a self-proclaimed, afraid-of-nearly-everything WIMP, for some reason I thought it might be fun to go see a movie that actually guarantees it will give you nightmares. It should be noted that I left my room and crawled into bed with my sister for many a night until she moved away for university and I had no choice but to suck it up and learn how to sleep in my own bed with the lights off. It should also be noted that Craig (who is not afraid of much) was watching the trailer for this movie the other night when the power went out. During the outage he would not let me leave his side because he was so struck by fear. (Sorry Craig).
I've actually been doing really well with my fears since high school. Until Saturday night, that is, when all those fears came rushing back. I went to this movie assuming it would be about ghosts. Ghosts I can handle. Ghosts were humans at one point. I was not aware that the movie was actually about demons, and let me tell you - I do NOT do demon movies.
Even though I literally spent two-thirds of the movie (at least) with my head down and fingers in my ears (the sounds in movies actually scare me more than the sights) I still know exactly everything that went down and it's been plaguing me at night. In the daytime I know my fears are nongermane and ridiculous. In the night all sense of logic and maturity goes out the window and I become that frightened little girl who has to sleep with a Bible under her pillow again! (I actually haven't gotten to that point yet, but I'm pretty close).
You'd think that since Craig is with me I would feel more comfortable, but he has no problem getting to sleep. So while he's frolicking through clouds in dreamland I am left alone to fend for myself. Thanks a lot Craig! It's a bit analogous to being late for a flight and running to catch it, but because he can run faster he makes it on and I don't. And then he waves to me through the window as the plane rises into the sky.
That it takes me so long to fall asleep is the problem. Sleep crawls in like a dying snail for me because my brain is overactive and then my imagination goes into overdrive. I'm always left behind. I remember spending the night in a tent with my mom, aunt, and cousins. My mom and aunt told us the scariest ghost stories, and then before I knew it EVERYBODY in the tent was asleep. Awesome. Enjoy your sleep guys. I'll just lie here like a security guard and wait to make sure none of the scary things you just told me about happens to you.
From now on I will research what a movie is about before I make a decision to go see it. This is a pact I am making with myself. And this is a warning to everyone who reads this that I might ever go see a movie with: do not drag me to a scary movie and then fall asleep before me! Or else I will break out my freaking super-soaker and while you're busy getting dried off I will fall asleep and leave you alone to deal with whatever is coming for us.
I actually had no intention of writing about the movie when I started this post and I probably should have avoided it because now all this is fresh in my mind and I have to go to bed. And, right now, of course, Craig (and even my two puppies) are already asleep.
So, I guess it's off to play security guard!
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2 comments:
ok, you don't need to post better picture on here, but you had better send Aunt Lesley and Uncle Brad and cousins Isaac and Andrew better pictures of the puppies so we can see them in the costumes we bought for them!!
and even reading you TALK about the movie is freaking me out. I will definitely NOT be watching that. . .
Ha, ha, ha! I'm right there with you, Laura! You are not alone in your duty as security guard. I am another person who takes FOREVER to go to sleep, and who takes scary shit very seriously. The last time Ryan was gone for the weekend, I ended up - for some STUPID reason - watching three back-to-back episodes of "Extreme Forensics". All three were about psychopaths who committed mass murders randomly by just showing up at somebody's house. Needless to say, I kept a close watch on everything that went bump that night and got about an hour of sleep altogether. Sigh.
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