what the fuckkkkk
SORRY I'VE IGNORED YOU, LIVEJOURNAL. I'VE BEEN DISTRACTED BY RP. AND SCHOOL. AND KARL URBAN. But I have realised my neglect and shall now do something about it. Yes. I know you're all incredibly pleased! ;D
So last night my friend Jen went and watched Paranormal Activity and told me ONE SMALL DETAIL about it. So then I went to sleep hours later and fucking unconsciously designed my own dream about this shit. It was basically a rehash of my entire day, with the added bonus of me having watched the end of this movie which I thought particularly charming, until dream!Jen told me it was a plot twist. By then I had incorporated this movie into my real life somehow, like this strange sort of pretend or make believe. I couldn't seem to shake it off and had the distinct feeling of being haunted, becoming more and more unsettled by the strange tint the world had gotten. By the time I was going to bed in my dream, the feeling of being unnerved had escalated into full-blown terror, culminating in some of the lights in my house 'burning out' into a red glow, and the image of a little girl having a fucking creepy tea party with her ghostly soul mate, wearing a string of pearls.
IS IT ANY WONDER I WOKE MYSELF UP AND COULD NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP. This is why I tend not to watch horror movies. By the time I had the courage to check what time it was, it was 4 AM. By 4:30 I realized I was not going to go back to sleep, and now it's almost 6. I have to be up in an hour and a half so, no point really. So instead I'm just going to freak out about Karl Urban, that sexy motherfucker.
RED IS COMING OUT TOMORROW AND I AM SO EXCITED IT'S NOT LIKE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR LIKE A YEAR OR ANYTHING, PSH. Okay maybe not a year. Ten months?
WAIT HE'S FROM NEW ZEALAND?
"WELL HONEY, I MASTURBATE."
"I FOUND MYSELF IN AN EXISTENTIAL QUANDARY."
I truly love the fact that Karl Urban is physically incapable of buttoning up his shirt all the way.
So last night my friend Jen went and watched Paranormal Activity and told me ONE SMALL DETAIL about it. So then I went to sleep hours later and fucking unconsciously designed my own dream about this shit. It was basically a rehash of my entire day, with the added bonus of me having watched the end of this movie which I thought particularly charming, until dream!Jen told me it was a plot twist. By then I had incorporated this movie into my real life somehow, like this strange sort of pretend or make believe. I couldn't seem to shake it off and had the distinct feeling of being haunted, becoming more and more unsettled by the strange tint the world had gotten. By the time I was going to bed in my dream, the feeling of being unnerved had escalated into full-blown terror, culminating in some of the lights in my house 'burning out' into a red glow, and the image of a little girl having a fucking creepy tea party with her ghostly soul mate, wearing a string of pearls.
IS IT ANY WONDER I WOKE MYSELF UP AND COULD NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP. This is why I tend not to watch horror movies. By the time I had the courage to check what time it was, it was 4 AM. By 4:30 I realized I was not going to go back to sleep, and now it's almost 6. I have to be up in an hour and a half so, no point really. So instead I'm just going to freak out about Karl Urban, that sexy motherfucker.
RED IS COMING OUT TOMORROW AND I AM SO EXCITED IT'S NOT LIKE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR LIKE A YEAR OR ANYTHING, PSH. Okay maybe not a year. Ten months?
Click to viewWAIT HE'S FROM NEW ZEALAND?
"WELL HONEY, I MASTURBATE."
"I FOUND MYSELF IN AN EXISTENTIAL QUANDARY."
I truly love the fact that Karl Urban is physically incapable of buttoning up his shirt all the way.