when i was a kid, my eldest sister, annemarie, used to make me stay up late with her to watch scary movies and scary television. when i say young, i mean quite young. clearly too young. there are a few specific things that still freak me out, the old black and white tales from the dark side, and because we lived at the lake, friday the 13th, sleepaway camp... well most scary movies take place in a small town so i could generally translate that into being similar to the small town that we lived in.
some of those movies still scare me. okay, like all of them. think about it, if you see the exorcist when you're like 6 (give or take) it's gonna do some serious damage.
last night, ian and i saw red eye. there were a couple of jumpy parts in the beginning of the film, before "the chase". i think that i probably could have handled that. *but* then we got to the chase. if it had still been in an airplane, i could have possibly distanced myself from it, but they moved to the house. and i have a problem with that. so, when i got home, i thought i was fine... 90% of the movie wasn't scary. but when i was getting ready for bed, i started to freak out. i checked the closet, under the bed, and in the cupboard that could NOT hold a person. i also had to do the traditional jump from the light to the bed move, popular with children and neurotics.
it's daytime now, so i've calmed down.
i still can't find my mailbox key and have tried using a bobby pin and a knife to open the mailbox. no luck so far.
ian's bringing over my new bed today, and sleep country is delivering the mattress. yippee.
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