I really like creepy things.

Like, A LOT. I still need to read House of Leaves.

Yeah, not gunna elaborate. Maybe later.

This post is pointless....

OR IS IT?! http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/slender-man

Fr-EYE-dai, Fr-EYE-dai, geh-in down on Fr-EYE-dai

Sometimes I can't sleep. It's my own fault, I know. I shouldn't be reading/watching scary things before bed. But I just can't help it. Scary things are awesome.

Now, tonight I'm not still up because I'm scared. I'm just working on a project. The one I wrote about. You know the one.

But sometimes, even when I do manage to fall asleep, it's like I'm still awake. The part of my brain that scans for danger never shuts down. So lie there, stiff and alert, yet asleep. It's kind of weird. I never feel rested in the morning after nights like that.

I used to be terrified of ghosts and ghost stories when I was little. I've grown out of that. I tell myself it's all a matter of how paranoid I want to be. I could be super paranoid of what lurks in the dark, or I could not be, so I choose the latter. Besides, paranoia doesn't help anything.

Of course I still get scared if I'm up late at night watching scary things, but those things seem to effect me less than other people. I've read youtube comments where people are like, "thanks, I left the light on last night and couldn't sleep at all." But I've never reacted that way. For the most part I've trained myself not to be afraid of the scary things I watch, which is kind of ironic I guess. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I know what I'm watching isn't real, therefore I'm unable to fully immerse myself in it. Idk. I guess I'm just too grounded in reality to get super scared, haha. But that's a good thing.

How 'bout dem bears?

Gotta get those creative juices going with some good olde SILENT HILL MUSIC, YEAH!!

Writing this idea for a horror/mystery movie. It's gunna be aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwweeeeesssoooooome!

Anyway, I don't need to tell you this, but your shoe is untied.

In fact, we should have left the pie in the oven longer, so we put it back in for 10 more minutes.

The sun was bright and I wanted to go on a walk, but I did not.

I thought it was the sound of footsteps, but the darkness simply overpowered my senses.

The words were spread onto the page like butter on toast.

Guess what?

I only post on here when I'm up way to late or I'm procrastinating. Tonight it's the latter. Or...both.

I have to write a 1000 word essay by tomorrow. It's not really such a big deal, I guess. I mean, if I put my mind to it I could probably crank out 1000 words in an hour. The only problem is I still need to do the research and cite the sources, and that takes longer than writing the actual paper...

Maybe I'll just get ready for bed, research for an hour, then write for and hour, and then say "fuck it" and go to bed. Good plan, Sarah. Good. Plan.

...

...OOOOOOOOO, LOOK! THE INTERNET!!

FRICKEN CELLPHONES!!

I'm going to have to call the fricken people now. I tried to get it fixed online, but I don't know what my username and password are, and when I try to request my username/password it does stupid things. So now I have to talk to the people on the phone and it'll probably take like half and hour. WTF, THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO RECHARGE MY MINUTES AUTOMATICALLY, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING AND WHY IS THEIR WEBSITE SO STUPID?!

FRICKEN CELLPHONES!! I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO TEXT PEOPLE AND SHIT, GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!

I just want to sit in a comfy chair and knit forever.

I only ever think to come here late at night when I should have been asleep hours ago. My blog is appropriately named, I suppose.

I don't really know what to say. I just remembered I have a blog and figured I might as well write something. Something, something...

I'm feeling particularly wistful and nostalgic at the moment.

I have to get up in the morning to go to a Taekwondo promotion. I haven't practiced properly. I'm pretty sure I have to break the board with a reverse side-kick this time, and I suck at those. I really really really really don't want to go, but I'm driving my friends up too, so I'm obligated.

I was greatly looking forward to having nothing to do this weekend, but no, there just HAD to be a promotion. FUCKING BALLZ.

Ah, ce la vie. Did I spell that right? Probably not.

Qwat evarz.

"Oh, it's you."

Angela from Silent Hill 2

This is the time of night when I feel like puking my feelings onto a blank document and foolishly sharing it with the world.

But I won't do that.

So goodnight.