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So I learned something last night.
We grew up on a property about a half hour drive from any shops and schools etc., and our nearest neighbours lived about 3km away.
Originally, we didn't have a shower or toilet so we had to do those kinds of things outside under a watering can or in a hole. And we didn't have a TV til I was ten.
Many people put to it that that's why I'm weird.
So that's why I read a lot a books. (Yes, there is a point to me setting the scene up. I was told with my last story that I needed to do this more, so nerrr).
In about year 3, I found a book in the library about aliens. At the time I hadn't heard a lot about those kinds of things, aside from watching ET and hearing about my Finnish grandfather talking about them (he claimed he had been abducted, that he had implants in him, etc. He was an alcoholic and becoming psychotic but he had said such things before he was like that too. Finland has one of the highest numbers of UFO sightings in the world).
So I borrowed the book, thinking it would just be interesting - I wasn't really scared of things like that as a kid because we lived on a huge dark property so you just had to get used to the dark.
But it scared the shit out of me. And I borrowed it again a few months later, no idea why.
And our old property was totally the kind of place aliens would abduct someone from. I've read those plot lines.
Aaaand pretty much since then, I've been incredibly afraid of aliens. Which as we know, may or may not exist. I like to think they don't. I remember driving home with mum about 2 years ago from Canberra, and that big stretch of road can have absolutely no other cars on it, no street lights, so it's kind of scary. And I had to make her stop talking about aliens because I was scared the aliens would hear us and would abduct me (that wasn't a logical thought process, but that's pretty much what I figured would happen in my scared state).
I know it isn't a rational fear, it's like being scared of...Freddy Krueger, but we all know that you should be scared of Freddy because he will get you.
Now, a few months ago, Ben made me watch this movie called Communion. It had Christopher Walken in it so that was okay. It wasn't really all that scary, but then he leant me the book.
I've read up to the same point that I got up to the first time I read it. I can't read anymore. I woke up a few nights ago and swore that there was an alien in the room, because they are described as being about 3 and a half foot tall and wearing hoods. Ben had hung his hoodie up on the door handle earlier, the door is reflected in the mirror in front of our bed. So naturally, in a dim room, after you have woken up from a freaky dream and you see a hooded figure in the mirror, you are going to be scared.
The moral to this story: don't hang hoodies on handles and don't read about things you are scared about.
Pretty lame moral.
But still.
It was scary.
In other news: Ben is back at work after having 2 weeks off due to a fucked shoulder.
I am still job searching, to no avail thus far. Oh well.
I have received 3 assignments back, 2 credits for the creative writing pieces and a distinction for an essay on lesbian poetry. One mark away from a high distinction. I'm not gloating, I'm giggling childishly at the fact it was about lesbian poetry.
Err...I saw a movie with mother, it had Edward Norton in it. That was good. He's attractive in a nerdy kind of way. I like that.
Went for a drive...I drove around in circles...people laughed, I swerved at them...
That's about it really. I'm meant to be reflecting on my strengths and weaknesses in journalistic writing.
Oh and I'm getting another tattoo not this Thursday but the next. Will post pictures of the thing I want later.
And I have to go to the dentist also because I woke up last week with a quarter of my tooth missing! Exciting.
We grew up on a property about a half hour drive from any shops and schools etc., and our nearest neighbours lived about 3km away.
Originally, we didn't have a shower or toilet so we had to do those kinds of things outside under a watering can or in a hole. And we didn't have a TV til I was ten.
Many people put to it that that's why I'm weird.
So that's why I read a lot a books. (Yes, there is a point to me setting the scene up. I was told with my last story that I needed to do this more, so nerrr).
In about year 3, I found a book in the library about aliens. At the time I hadn't heard a lot about those kinds of things, aside from watching ET and hearing about my Finnish grandfather talking about them (he claimed he had been abducted, that he had implants in him, etc. He was an alcoholic and becoming psychotic but he had said such things before he was like that too. Finland has one of the highest numbers of UFO sightings in the world).
So I borrowed the book, thinking it would just be interesting - I wasn't really scared of things like that as a kid because we lived on a huge dark property so you just had to get used to the dark.
But it scared the shit out of me. And I borrowed it again a few months later, no idea why.
And our old property was totally the kind of place aliens would abduct someone from. I've read those plot lines.
Aaaand pretty much since then, I've been incredibly afraid of aliens. Which as we know, may or may not exist. I like to think they don't. I remember driving home with mum about 2 years ago from Canberra, and that big stretch of road can have absolutely no other cars on it, no street lights, so it's kind of scary. And I had to make her stop talking about aliens because I was scared the aliens would hear us and would abduct me (that wasn't a logical thought process, but that's pretty much what I figured would happen in my scared state).
I know it isn't a rational fear, it's like being scared of...Freddy Krueger, but we all know that you should be scared of Freddy because he will get you.
Now, a few months ago, Ben made me watch this movie called Communion. It had Christopher Walken in it so that was okay. It wasn't really all that scary, but then he leant me the book.
I've read up to the same point that I got up to the first time I read it. I can't read anymore. I woke up a few nights ago and swore that there was an alien in the room, because they are described as being about 3 and a half foot tall and wearing hoods. Ben had hung his hoodie up on the door handle earlier, the door is reflected in the mirror in front of our bed. So naturally, in a dim room, after you have woken up from a freaky dream and you see a hooded figure in the mirror, you are going to be scared.
The moral to this story: don't hang hoodies on handles and don't read about things you are scared about.
Pretty lame moral.
But still.
It was scary.
In other news: Ben is back at work after having 2 weeks off due to a fucked shoulder.
I am still job searching, to no avail thus far. Oh well.
I have received 3 assignments back, 2 credits for the creative writing pieces and a distinction for an essay on lesbian poetry. One mark away from a high distinction. I'm not gloating, I'm giggling childishly at the fact it was about lesbian poetry.
Err...I saw a movie with mother, it had Edward Norton in it. That was good. He's attractive in a nerdy kind of way. I like that.
Went for a drive...I drove around in circles...people laughed, I swerved at them...
That's about it really. I'm meant to be reflecting on my strengths and weaknesses in journalistic writing.
Oh and I'm getting another tattoo not this Thursday but the next. Will post pictures of the thing I want later.
And I have to go to the dentist also because I woke up last week with a quarter of my tooth missing! Exciting.