It's all good
All is well. I watched Little Voice yesterday, thinking it would cheer me up before I went out, and it worked. The moment Ewan pops up onscreen, I just have to smile. So an hour and a half after I had been in an incredibly low mood, I was all good. I talked to my brother as well and he definitely knows how I feel. He worked at Camilla, then got an archaeology job which he had always wanted to do. But then he got carpal tunnel syndrome from the job and had to go back to Camilla. He went through a whole depressed phase, just like I am. So I guess I can look to him as an example of how it’ll all work out.
Anyway, we went to Eastern State Penitentiary last night. Loads of people there. While we were in line to get in, this tall guy with blood all over him would random barrel his way through the waiting line and this other creeper who was carrying around a leg would sneak up behind people. And then there was a guy in an Army jacket pretty much like the one I was wearing who was wandering around and I told him when he came up to me, “Hey! We’re jacket buddies!” Then he went away.
So we go into the place in a group of about 9 people. Halfway through we lost three of our group. Maybe they got eaten. It could’ve been a whole lot scarier. We came up with a load of great ideas while we were waiting in line. I think I should run the place next Halloween. I didn’t even shriek once. I would be going through a room and all of a sudden I’d hear my sister scream behind me. She was getting all the monster lovin’. But this one guy decided that he would stalk me for a rather long time. He crept along behind me, whispering “Hey, turn around. Look at me.” So I would and I’d be like, “Dude, why are you stalking me? Aren’t you supposed to go back to your spot?” Then we passed this chick banging chains against a wall and she comes up to me and I ask the two of them why they’re all over me and she says “Because you’re pretty” so I said, “Oh, gee, thank you!” How very nice of the little ghouls to think I’m pretty.
My sister and I definitely want to go back in the daytime for the real tour because it was a really cool place. It was rather hard to sightsee while ghosts and other things were stalking you. I’d be trying to look into the cells and something would pop up so I couldn’t get a good idea of what the place was like. But from what I hear of its history, I think it was run the way I’ve always thought prisons should be run, at least for the murderers. No human contact and 23 hours a day in a tiny cell, with only one hour, weather permitting, of exercise outside in a tiny walled in area connected to each cell. When it comes to murderers, I have very little sympathy. I don’t advocate the death penalty either. It’s the easy way out for those bastards.
Moving on to happier topics, today Briege, Ang, and I are supposedly hitting South Street. I’ve never been there, unless I count the time I walk through it late at night with my brother and his friends. Maybe I’ll find myself some pretty little presents.
Anyway, we went to Eastern State Penitentiary last night. Loads of people there. While we were in line to get in, this tall guy with blood all over him would random barrel his way through the waiting line and this other creeper who was carrying around a leg would sneak up behind people. And then there was a guy in an Army jacket pretty much like the one I was wearing who was wandering around and I told him when he came up to me, “Hey! We’re jacket buddies!” Then he went away.
So we go into the place in a group of about 9 people. Halfway through we lost three of our group. Maybe they got eaten. It could’ve been a whole lot scarier. We came up with a load of great ideas while we were waiting in line. I think I should run the place next Halloween. I didn’t even shriek once. I would be going through a room and all of a sudden I’d hear my sister scream behind me. She was getting all the monster lovin’. But this one guy decided that he would stalk me for a rather long time. He crept along behind me, whispering “Hey, turn around. Look at me.” So I would and I’d be like, “Dude, why are you stalking me? Aren’t you supposed to go back to your spot?” Then we passed this chick banging chains against a wall and she comes up to me and I ask the two of them why they’re all over me and she says “Because you’re pretty” so I said, “Oh, gee, thank you!” How very nice of the little ghouls to think I’m pretty.
My sister and I definitely want to go back in the daytime for the real tour because it was a really cool place. It was rather hard to sightsee while ghosts and other things were stalking you. I’d be trying to look into the cells and something would pop up so I couldn’t get a good idea of what the place was like. But from what I hear of its history, I think it was run the way I’ve always thought prisons should be run, at least for the murderers. No human contact and 23 hours a day in a tiny cell, with only one hour, weather permitting, of exercise outside in a tiny walled in area connected to each cell. When it comes to murderers, I have very little sympathy. I don’t advocate the death penalty either. It’s the easy way out for those bastards.
Moving on to happier topics, today Briege, Ang, and I are supposedly hitting South Street. I’ve never been there, unless I count the time I walk through it late at night with my brother and his friends. Maybe I’ll find myself some pretty little presents.