Though I was intent on solitude, this morning I awoke to Naomi and her little brother Lucian.. They just dropped by. Some old friends, they travel around a lot. Naomi is about my age but she's really little, has long black hair and a dark complexion, and was decked out punk this time. Last time she saw me, I had blue hair. You know.. black eyeshadow, dark clothes and all.. But it looked good on her. I just about laughed when I saw Lucian, because last time I saw him he was a kid that looked like any other, now he has those dark rimmed glasses and hair to his shoulders, it was amusing. He's what, 12? Something like that. But it was fun seeing them.
So it was a little weird, because I was still in my pajamas and just waking up, with company. I sat up and asked Naomi what she was up to, and they both marvelled at my typewriter and played around with it. It was funny.
After they left I got to work again on my scrapbook.. And I laughed because I found someone who looked like Zandry in one of the magazines.. (And no, not ugly, sheeesh) I put him in my scrapbook, followed by the caption "Holy crap! It's Zandry!" lol..
My iPod gave me a good scare.. I dropped it on the hard wood floor, and it went into a coma. The next morning my grandpa took it to RadioShack, and they said I should just take it back to be fixed.. And then he pulls it out of his pocket, and it came back to life!! We had been trying to fix it for a long time..! Yet, it remained in its coma, and awoke later.
The night was dead-silent.. No music, so I asked them for a radio, and spent the night typing to crappy old music, crackling with the old radio.. Better than silence. It was so quiet that I could hear myself breathing, I could hear water dropping into a puddle somewhere outside. It was pretty.. freaky. And the only light in the room was a lamp, which lit up the place really well, but turn it off and it's pitch black! Now, think of me, climbing down a total spiral staircase, verticle, pitch black, outside.. I went down brush my teeth and such, and when I was done, the house was sooo dark.. I went down the hallway, and I couldn't see a thing.. It was scary. I walked through the living room, pitch black.. I put out my hands, and touched along the heads of chairs at the table... I was relieved when I got to the kitchen, which had a faint light on, and I took a deep breath when I went out the door to the porch.. Just as dark, with a very faint light amitting from the 'loft' up there... So slowly I climb the spiral staircase, up to the room. I keep on thinking "horror murder flick.. oh shit" as I go up, because it's just like in the movies!! Totally silent, dark, and you watch her climb up the spiral staircase to the room.. And then she's grabbed and killed, or something, screaming. I just kept on getting that in my head. And I let out my breath, which I had been holding, when I nearly stumble into the warm-lit room.. Gawd, it was relieving. The only trouble is, the only sound is me moving. No clock ticking, no rustling of trees, no nothing! Just me.. So I turned on the radio and felt better. I disliked the reflections on the three windows, and when I finally lay down to go to sleep, after turning off the lamp and turning on the flashlight, I'd glance at the window on the door.. I continued to think of the horror movies, thinking of the sound of someone slowly creaking up the staircase, to turn the knob slowly, as I watch, horrified.. I'd see a pale hand scratch against the window. I felt like a little kid again, lying with my covers up above my nose. The reflections off the mirror and the dark windows had me slightly paralized, but I was okay. The only problem is, my door was locked. I didn't want to lock out my grandparents if I'd overslept, so I crawled to the end of the bed to unlock it.. Now that was scary for me. Just think of me, intent on thinking that a face would appear at the window near the door.. But nothing happened.. In the comfort of the thick covers, I could finally breath easy, and relaxed and fell asleep.
Hahaa.. Sheesh, I'm easily scared, okay? Like a kid.. The fact is, if someone did decide to murder me that night, it would be pretty damn easy. I'm in a little room, not connected to the house, with one little staircase going up to it! There's no escape, no other door, no holes. Just cliff and roof and stairway. I have one more night there, but since I'm used to it now and my music is alive, I'll be fine.
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I now wonder about what seems to be an increase in pink around my lips. Around the edges, like the beginning of chapped lips.. But I never get chapped lips. I'm now wondering about that yogurt.. Haha. It was watery, though it tasted fine.. Lucian said something about it being rotton. Now why didn't you tell me earlier? I swear... It seemed okay.. I haven't thrown up or felt weird.. But now I notice what could be a sort of allergy.. but again, I'm not allergic to anything! So I wonder if it's just me..Maaybe I'm crazy. Yeaaaaah.We'll see, tomorrow.
Birthday birthday birthday.. Zandry's birthday.... :) So fuuuuun. I'm waiting for something to arrive in the mail which I will send to him. I ordered something. ^__^ How fun is that? I wanted to get it first, so I can be sure it's all good, and check his address again.. A weird address. Anyway..
"Alright, I turned on the nightlight in your bathroom, I turned on the nightlight in the kitchen, and I'm going to bed." "Okay, goodnight Nana." "Goodnight Tanya" She reaches to touch my hair, "Oo, your hair feels nice." and she wanders back down the hall. It's very dark out.. I should go up to the loft and go to bed, not even in my pajamas yet. Well, goodnight to all of you out there. Miss you!
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