There is something evil there...

And no, I'm not talking about myself. :pI saw The Grudge today with my sister, Dorota, and her fiance, Rich. Damn. And I thought The Ring was scary. I was sitting in the theatre jumping in my seat, looking through slits between my fingers, and almost screaming along with everyone else. That movie and the images in it are just plain creepy; the lady's face - her eyes especially - and the croak-like sound that she makes everytime she makes an appearance. I used to make that sound out of boredom sometimes while inadvertenly annoying my mother. I swear that I will never do it again. Okay, maybe I'm not going to swear, but imagining that sound and the woman in the movie makes the hair on my skin stand up.

We came home when it was barely 9:30 PM and I had the desire to stay outside instead of inside. I sat downstairs for forty-five minutes before bolting up the dark staircase and into my room where I immediately found the remote to the lights. Needless to say, I turned them on as bright as possible, closed the blinds, and switched on both the desk lamp and computer. The closet still needs to be closed - you will understand if you have seen the movie or have yet to see it.

Hey! So what if I'm a chicken?! At least I saw the movie, dammit! Some people won't watch those kinds of films at all! It gives me a rush getting the crap scared out of me even if I do go home and stay up late into the night with all the lights on.

So, yes, I'm sitting here at 1 AM listening to techno to keep me company. My bangs keep getting in my eyes. Whoever designs hair clips should seriously be fired. I try pinning my hair back only to have the pin come loose because they're always too flimsy to hold thick hair. I suppose the struggle is worth the sweet hair cut I got last week. I used to have hair going down my back and now, minus six or seven inches, the longest layer I have goes down to my clavicle. I haven't had it this short since I was a freshman in high school. It feels weird not having anything going down my back. It almost feels bare! No warmth either!

Going back to techno, I took my first gaze at the pictures my friends took at a party I went to back in July. Paulina gave me a disk with almost 300 pictures and, well, looking at the first pictures of myself instantly put me off looking at the rest. To be blunt, I was fucking smashed! On one pictures you can definitely tell I was there because of the funny glint in my eye (and stupid smile)! May God forbid anyone from getting their claws on those pictures - it's the motherload of blackmail material! I'm almost tempted to salvage the good stuff on the disk and deleting the party pics. What do I need them for anyway?