| August 2, 1999 | E-mail me! or if you can't e-mail from your browser, fill out this form. | |
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Notify List Stuff: Remember, if you want an e-mail every time I update my journal, go here. Plus my notify list might get extra little tidbits from time to time. If you want to get an e-mail every time I upload something Real World related, go here. You can be on both mailing lists, one or the other, or neither. It's all up to you. So we saw The Blair Witch Project Friday night. And I've come to the conclusion that I'm a big fat wuss. During the movie, I was more tense than scared - the tension that comes from knowing something bad is going to happen, but not knowing exactly when or how. And I was a little jumpy when I got home. I couldn't find my keys, so I wanted to check if I had left them in the car, or dropped them somewhere. I made Jim come outside with me to check. Just as I opened the back door, there was a black cat sitting RIGHT THERE! I screamed and Jim laughed at me. That night, I just didn't want to go to bed. I tried to go at about 3 a.m. I asked Jim if we could leave a light on so I could read - really I was just scared. I read in bed for a while, then tried to go to sleep. I got so scared I started hyperventilating, practically. So I got up and got on the computer for a while. Finally at about 7 a.m. it was light out, and I could sleep. Of course, I had to get up at 8, so that kind of ruined my night. We went to my parents' house to go to my cousin's graduation party, which was cut short by a thunderstorm. That night, I wasn't as scared, but I was still a little nervous. I probably got about 4 hours sleep. Last night was better - I wasn't THAT scared. I went to bed at about 2:30 (which is normal for me). Of course, every time a commercial for the movie came on the TV, I had to mute it and close my eyes. So, if you have an overactive imagination (or are a big chicken) like me, it was probably really scary. I remember after I saw Carrie, I didn't sleep for like 2 weeks because I was convinced Carrie was in my closet. Of course, I was like 12 years old at the time. You'd think I could be more of a grown up. If you are a matter of fact person, this movie will not scare you at all. Mary saw it and wasn't scared. How I envy her. Anyway, we had a nice weekend with my parents. My dad was a teacher, and he retired this June. He is so much more relaxed now! My dad was never that uptight, but he is so much more "go with the flow" now. It's really great to see him that way. He was very excited about the thunderstorm because he works at the golf course doing greenskeeping, and they really needed rain. My parents bought a new van, and Dad took us for a cruise around town. My mom kept showing us the drawer under the passenger seat. They are so excited about it. Good for them. I do mean to talk about my cousins, as mentioned in Friday's entry, but I got all caught up in talking about what a scaredy cat I am. So maybe tomorrow. |
Warning: clicking on these links will launch a new browser window. CamWorld (source of a lot of my links) has a neat redesign. New York Times article about weblogs (which, in an amusing meta kind of way, was linked to in just about every weblog I check, including this one). Writing on the web is definitely in need of some tweaking. When I get e-mails telling me that my writing is great, I know the competition on the web must be pretty sad. This falls into the "Where Have I Been?" category: Teeth. The Syracuse New Times' take on Woodstock - best article I've seen yet, really. The new Diarist.net award nominees have been announced. I'm not on the list, if you were wondering. Not that I think I should be. I think it's funny though, that people are already saying "Oh, I don't deserve it - give it to someone else." Who is a better judge - you or the voters? You can only vote if you have a journal though.
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