7 Days

A good friend is someone who you can count on to keep the panic happening even a week after you have watched a great horror movie.

There are two instances in which I can remember my cousin prolonging the fear after watching the same movie. The second time I hadn't even watched it with her. Actually in hindsight I'm not entirely sure it was her who actually fabricated the goings on in my mind. You can't really blame her for my insanity and paranoia.

Anyway it had been exactly 7 days after I had watched The Ring. Those of you who are familiar with this film will know that in this particular movie, somebody watches a video tape, and after viewing it, the phone will ring, somebody on the other end will tell you that you are going to die in 7 days and then hang up.

Now you are staring at the TV with a look of horror on your face wondering if this could possibly could be true.

Then the TV goes all fuzzy, this confirms your insecure fears, but you are still not entirely certain and nobody wants to die.

One of the strongest human instincts is to keep from dying for as long as possible because death sounds scary and no one knows what happens after you die and stuff.


So you stand there staring at the scary fuzzy TV in hope that you won't die in 7 Days.

Anyway the way things play out scary things keep happening and there is a scary girl, and she wants to kill you, then at the end of the week the TV goes fuzzy again confirming your impending doom and then the phone rings, securing your fate further, and then... you die.

Well... You die with a really scary look on your face which looks something like this.

Anyway getting back to the point. Well, my cousin and I were at my Nanna and Poppy's house, Nanna and Poppy were out and I had watched The Ring a week ago, so 7 days. I know it was the exact time, 7.00 pm because Home and Away was on and I used to love that show, and I was missing it to watch a horror movie with my friend Kate.

It was dark outside and cold because it was sometime in winter. And the TV went fuzzy in the middle of Home and Away.

My face went all horrified like the girl that dies in The Ring and I turned to face my cousin,
and she was all "What's wrong?"

and I was all "I watched The Ring a week ago, and I know that it's the exact time, 7pm because Home and Away is on and I love that show."

My cousin knew exactly what that meant and she looked pretty scared too.

The Phone started to ring.


This was a life or death situation, and it all depended on who was on the other line. I could see my life flashing before my eyes and I started to wonder if my cat would miss me, and if I had wasted my life watching Home and Away every single night at 7. I wondered which of my friends would show up to my funeral when the girl came to claim my soul, and I started to get just a little bit panicky. Okay I won't lie, my palms were sweaty and I was shaking a little.... Only a little bit, I'm not a chicken.

I decided not to answer it, if I was going to die, I didn't want to know. I waited for the phone to ring out.

So I was highly on edge when Cousin asked me what was for dinner and I traipsed down to the other end of the large country house, which was on a farm, to get to the freezer, in the dark.

Okay so take note, at this point in time, I had long, dark hair, and was wearing a white nighty, and the storm was raging outside. I tiptoed into the room where the freezer was, and as I reached for the lightswitch a flash of lightning, (in hindsight I know this but didn't at the time) showed me my reflection in the big window, I screamed so loud it could be heard from the next acerage, and I ran as fast as I could back to the other end of the house, and flung open the glass door.

I had a plan, and it probably sounded like rambling nonsense to my cousin at the time, but if the girl came for us, we were going to run as fast as we could out on to the acreage in hopes of losing her in the night.

 At this point, the phone rang again.

This time, figuring I had nothing to lose, I picked it up and started screaming into the receiver, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEE!!!!!!?

It was Poppy, he asked me if I had taped his show. I told him the TV reception was out.

I mumbled something about "Sorry, girl was coming.... thought you were.... kill me...."

He was all, "huh?"

I was all, "Nothing."

At which point my cousin was rolling around on the floor laughing at me. And forever I am convinced she had something to do with this night of horror.

Just wait till we watch insidious Cuz. Just you wait.

Special Request

This post is dedicated to Chrissy, and how awesome she is. She wanted me to do 20 posts but laziness prevents me from doing such strenuous tasks. Chrissy is my friend. She was my first friend at high school and she is really nice. Sometimes I go over her house and we laugh a lot.

We sometimes dance merrily on the webcam so that it can be posted on YouTube.

Chrissy is really funny and awesome, so sometimes we end up playing on chat roulette, or doing drinking games which involve the word "Nubbins". Sometimes we watch Gary the snail on Youtube saying "Nigga" over and over again.

But one things for sure, we like to get drunk. Some happy memories are of Chrissy running down the street at three in the morning with a sheet on her head screaming "RAAAAAPE!!"

Or the three person pyramid we made at her 21st birthday party. Chrissy has always been a really good friend to me, and sometimes we even talk on msn.

One time in year nine she said I looked like a monkey with my new hair cut. But she lets me cut her hair now, so I forgive her. I am the one who started calling Chrissy, Chrissy, so I know she loves me too. Anyway this one is for you Chrissy.



Karaoke

Yay! Payday tomorrow! Then Boyfriend and I can go to Karaoke, which is something we like to do every Wednesday.

I can never remember that I actually like karaoke and lately it often starts off with Boyfriend saying something like "YAYYY! let's go to karaoke!!!!!"
to which I will respond, "I dunnnoooooo.. we went to Karaoke last week... we always go to karaoke... what about staying home this one time?"
Boyfriend will then say "But I miss my friiiiiends," and look sad,
at this point I will say "Okay, but I'm not drinking." Boyfriend will then look slightly happier.

We will then arrive at karaoke and I will go to extreme lengths to get money for drinks.

I honestly don't know how I manage it but I always end up drunk before I get on stage.

But as bad as I probably am, why is it that the worst singer in the room always tries to sing American Pie? That song goes for 7 minutes! Do you really think you are doing us a favour by singing for 7 minutes?

Nobody wants to hear that. Or Bohemian Rhapsody, why is it that the worst singer in the room will attempt this song? The only song that can properly be sung by four people, but this guy thinks he can do it by himself?

Then Boyfriend gets up on the stage, and he's actually quite good, he gets up there and does his thing, and has a good time, he dances and sings, and everybody loves Boyfriend. They love him so much that all the girls get disappointed when they find out Boyfriend has a girlfriend.

Then Boyfriend will come off stage and dance with me. We dance and I drink, sometimes the ATM lets me go into overdraft. And then I wake up hungover to find Megatron in my room kicking the shit out of everything, because I didn't invite him to karaoke the night before. The End. [ending courtesy of Dan]









Camping

I like going away on trips. My family used to go down to a place called Repton when I was younger about once a year around Christmas time. It was a caravan park, where everyone in my family would meet up once a year for Christmas and New Years. I remember this one time we went down, my cousin and I were really excited the night before we left, so we stayed up really late and for some reason slept in the lounge room. We had sleeping bags and things so maybe we thought we would get some camping in early, or maybe we just thought it was cool to sleep in the lounge room with sleeping bags. The car trip seemed to go and go forever and ever.

Finally we got there and saw all our cousins and everything seemed like it was worth it.

Until that night.

The first thing I remember was Nanna telling my cousin to pick up her Doona so it didn't drag on the ground. My cousin probably forgot about it or something but the first thing I saw when I shone the torch on her bed was a HUGE pile of slugs.

I don't even know how all those slugs got on there but I mean it was pretty freaky. So my cousin and I, being the adventurers we were, ventured into my Nanna and Poppy's caravan because we had seen in cartoons that salt kills slugs.

After fixing the problematic Doona slugs (by throwing them on the ground outside the tent), we then ran around throwing salt in the air and around the tent.

We truly were slug killing salt bandits. Nothing could stop us now. We had now made the tent forever safe from slugs and could now safely climb back into bed with nothing to worry about. My cousin decided to keep the big torch shining at the wall for our protection though.

It's lucky she did cause no sooner had she done that than a big centipede crawled into the torch light!

It looked something like this:

We ran screaming from the tent like little girls. Because... we were.. little girls.

Then like the bug killing bandits we were we hid inside Nanna and Poppy's Caravan until we were caught, at which point we stole some bug spray and killed the centipede. This was all fine until the attack of the Killer Huntsman Spider. Why do you think it's called a Huntsman? CLEARLY because it Hunts MAN. Nanna and Poppy didn't see it our way though. So when we woke up on the couch of the Caravan the next day they totally didn't understand.