shovelface

In the Niiiiiiiiiiiiiight!!!

oh man can i identfy.

I live completely alone, and with the very active imagination that i harbour in my brain, i dont dare any longer to watch scarey movies. Even when going to the theater with friends to see a flick, i will eventualy be alone in my house. Not cool.

Before i got my platform bed, i would run and jump far over the under side of the bed, because, yes i was affraid, very affraid. Then i would lay there, wide eyes with the blankets just above my nose, and listen to every sound in my home.

And this was only a few months ago. The unsloved mysteries theme song still makes me quiver.

So a friend and i were walking throught the hallways at school one day last week, turned a corner and there stood this 4 foot 5 santa. We thought nothing of it and continue to walk closer. It begain to move, the legs and the arms were swaying, the head turned from side to side. The eye lids opened and closed. It turned its head straight at us, opened its creepy eyes and stared at us....then started to sing..."here comes santa claus"....needless to say me and my friend freaked...and took of running.

Another day, walking the same hall, we dreaded the santa. It was like some crazy chucky thing..But we could do it, we are grown women. We turned the corner and it was gone. and again...we freaked.

i hate that damm santa. and that damm song.

Oh the coarse that i am in is Counselling...something hit me today...not literally..i was in one of my class and daydreaming like i usally do and decided to check out advertising. I think that my creative side is being repressed and its not taking a very good toll on me. I tend to get alittle crazy when i dont vent musicaly..or through painting..or whatever. I spent the last week trying to figure out what was my true talent and work off that for my future. I am going to enrole in advertising for next fall and finish this semester off.
I think i am i too senstive and i end up crying cause i feel too much of my clients pain, and there is so much to deal with. I just know that its not for me.

As far as the mechanic thing goes...i agree..so hot. Guys who wear thoughs tool belts and walk around in dirty work clothes..well not all the time...but i agree so hot.
Oh ya...i would love to do it, but i think i would be more up for it as a hobbie. I am dying to pick up a great peice of muscle machinery and tinker with it.\
Hey my car is slowly dieing a pain full death. I think the engine is about to go...its cool though...i do love the car...its sweet but 248,oookm on a hyundai..its a cute little wagon. Ill miss her.