Okay, my first entirely pointless statement of the year, yes.

But seriously. I scare way too easily! For example, at this moment, I am in the kitchen. My parents and brother are in the living room. It’s practically the same room. I am being forced to sit here, while they watch “The Grudge.” I am hardly watching, choosing rather to focus on my nice, safe computer screen. And yet, somehow, I still manage to glance up at the scary moments, and jump when the soundtrack changes.  My mom is providing almost constant cynical commentary. She is making fun of the demons and predicting what will happen, and it is kind of funny. Yet, I am still freaking out! I am shaking and near tears, and there is nobody here to comfort me! If there was, I would be digging my nails into them. And I seriously doubt this film is even that scary! I just scare easily.

For example, the Vancouver trip with my Katimavik group, nobody else was nearly as afraid as I was. I am always the one being frightened out of my mind, and then retaining these frightening instances to dream about later! It is really unfair.

The lesson here is, please don’t scare me, even if you do get some sort of sick pleasure out of it. And don’t take me to a scary film, unless you want me to be attached to you for the duration.

Also, new layout up, duh. I just modified the old one, and it took me… maybe an hour. So, that’s why it sucks. Ha ha.