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A random list of things that freak me out, for no apparent reason:
-When I'm driving and people honk at me. Most of the time, it's for other reasons than my driving, but it always makes me think I'm doing something wrong, or that I'm about to, you know, get smashed by a truck or something, and... yeah, that always unnerves me.
-Disaster movies. I can't do them. Yeah, they're movies, and they're supposed to be fiction, but... if we're going to have to live through it anyway, why do we have to make a form of entertainment to watch one person's interpretation of it? Really?
-When I walk into my house and no one else is home and it's dark, but the TV's on. I don't know why that bothers me so much but it really sets me on guard. (Like right now. I bet you anything my cousins ran out and forgot to turn off the TV. WHYYYYY. That's like, the most money that you spend on electricity.) It bothers me even more when it's a blank screen.
-Bees. *shudder*
-Pictures of things that look like they have holes in them (this is hard to explain, but the best example I can give is what hyaline cartilage - it's a type of cartilage that you can find in your ear - looks like under a microscope. [I'm talking about the bottom part of the picture. When I had to do this for A&P it freaked me out every time.) Seriously, it like, gives me the heebie jeebies and I get goosebumps all over my body and it's just... ugh.
I don't even know why I made this list. It was probably because I heard the TV on in my cousins' room. Alas. Now I need to go turn it off for my own sanity.
In other news, still have lots to do and still unsure of exactly what I should do. Too cold to hang laundry, pointless to cook banana bread, do not want to start a mind map or the NIH stroke scale study thingy. I'm thinking, though, if I make the cupcakes tomorrow, I might harass myself. We'll see. I guess packing looks like the most realistic thing right now... that and trying to get a mind map out of the way. (Did make the chicken parm, though. Yum.)
Also? My dad IMs me telling me 'mom says she hasn't heard from her sissy' (sissy = me), so I tell them to Skype me (the reception in my room is crap unless I stand like, away from my computer and my TV and my bed), and they do, and then my mom like, talks to me for like, five minutes and is like "okay, bye." It's a good thing I talked to her, though. I had a dream on Wednesday night that she died, and I couldn't stop crying in my dream, and I think I woke up crying. So yeah, realistically I should have called her on Thursday. No excuses. Sigh.
(I still have the chills from that picture. Ugh.)
I shouldn't even be procrastinating in this journal. Alas. Love to all. ♥
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