Tamtamarama

It's my last night before I go back to school, and I'm spending it the way I should: Watchin' Horror films that my parents would kill me if they knew I were watching them. Haha, I'm such the rebel child. I love Horror movies, probably more than I really should.

To me, there are two types of Horror.
There's the: OMFG! THEY BE AFTER ME WITH A CHAINSAW! LAWL
Then there's the psychological horror that not only brings you gore, but messes with your mind to the point of breakage.
I like both.
Guess which one I like the best.
(If you guessed the first answer, I'm coming for you tonight *sharpens blade*)

So far I've watched the following films:
Stay Alive
Silent Hill
Urban Legends (one of the first horror films I ever watched. Not the best ever, but it scared me back then XD)
AND
The Legend of Hell House
(and the party goes on... I've got several more left)

Yeah, I am enjoying myself a lot. My dog particularly likes to bark at the monsters/killers (she's so cute). She also tilted her head from side to side whenever the siren in Silent Hill went off. She also likes the popcorn... but it's MINE! MINE I TELL YOU!!
...
I start school tomorrow, I have the right to act like a dork.

Ahh, August. That phrase can be inturpated in two ways:
"Ahh, August." As in the pleasure of it being a new month full of wonderful possibilities
OR
"Ahh! AUGUST!" As in the fear of returning to school.

Honestly, I don't know which statement I'm trying to convey here. This summer has probably been the best summer I've had for a long time and I've had many moments that I wouldn't trade for anything. But I'm looking forward to going back to school because of some exciting things that can happen through my project's I've planned, internships, and my first taste of college. Then there's the fear of having a repeat of last school year, in all of it's craptastic glory. For those who might be reading this that go to my school (as I know several of you who are reading this probably do) it wasn't because of you guys, it was mainly because of personal crap. Mental breakdowns and the like.

But moving on, another thing that I am truly looking forward to this month is August 8th. 'Why that Day' you ask? Simple. I discovered the most spectacular Holiday ever. "Sneak some Zucchini onto your Neighbor's Porch" Day. Hells. Yes. I researched it a little and found the following quote in an article about the day:

Established by Pennsylvanian Tom Roy, this day encourages sharing. "Due to the overzealous planting of zucchini, citizens are asked to drop off baskets of the squash on neighbors' doorsteps."

Seriously, what could be a better way to get rid of the blasted zucchini than pushing it off on your defenseless neighbors?! (And yes, I do think that Zucchini is of the devil.) And lucky me, my parents have a Zucchini plant in our backyard. Score, all the zucchini I could want to place on neighbor's porches. Victory for Tamara.

Now onto the topic of Speed Dating... CHURCH speed dating. Oh, how it was grand. There were people I didn't know, spoons, blood, and HOME BAKED COOKIES. Basically, I went to youth group last night to find that they set up a bunch of tables with chairs and everything. I then found out that we were supposed to sit at a table with people we didn't know. I ended up at a table with all guys and one girl. Then... they passed out the spoons and card decks. Yes, that's right, we played SPOONS! I just want to know who's bright idea it was to have 'bonding time' with people we didn't know then give us the means to play a violent game. I guess nothing says 'bonding' like picking spoon shards out of someone's arm (which is what happened). I even managed to get a cut from one of the cards... that came from a different table (seriously... wtf?). I can not lie, it was intense.

After we finished all the games, they then gave us cookies and we happily ate them while talking about how funny it was when one guy managed to split a spoon in half the long way down. I found that I had actually gotten to know the guy sitting next to me quite well. Half the time we were shooting sarcastic comments at each other which is what I consider true friendship (it was all in good fun).

Is it alright to feel happy after watching such a depressing film? It sometimes amazes me how I can go from sad mode to happy mode so quickly. The depressing film I mentioned in the firstsencence is Requiem for a Dream. A good movie with a powerful message. I'd definately recomend it to anyone. . . as long as they have a stomach for most of the stuff that is. ^.^''

Anywho, enough about that. Do you want to know why I'm so happy? I'm happy because an idea that's been brewing in my mind for the past little less than a month is finally getting somewhere. Can you say: Yay? I know I can. Then again, I couldn't have done it without the major help of my friend, Everard the Bard, who helped me get over some major hurdles. Oh, I never did say what the idea was, silly me. It's for a story that's been in my mind for the past almost month but I couldn't quite get it onto paper. But now, I'm almost finished with the first chapter thanks to Everard (he's such a pal). And guess what? It's actually a *gasp* serious story! Well, I guess I have been known by some to write serious fiction, but I've never actually posted a lot of it on dA, so. . . yeah.

But one thing that sucks is I'm sick. For those of you who know me in real life, I get sick a lot, so no big suprise for you there, lol. But I haven't gotten sick all sumer unless if you count the insane ear infection I got at the begining which didn't last for too long (but damn did it hurt). And I hate being sick in the summer, it's never any fun. Oh well, it does give me a reason to confine myself to the computer and work on that one story I mentioned earlier, so I shouldn't be too pissed about it.

Yeah, this week has been a full one for me. First I go on a long hike to some 'natural water slides' and manage to get about 15 mosquito bites. Then I go on a two day camping trip for a friend's birthday and have tons of fun. And after we got back from camping, we all went out for pizza and to an arcade. I got around 500 tickets and played several great rounds of DDR (I'm getting better every day!).

But one thing that is starting to get on my nerves slightly is: Harry Potter. I know, I am prepared for the angry fangirls to track me down and get brutally massacred. But let me explain myself, it's my last request before being burned at the stake (wouldn't be my first time. . . no comment).

Well, you see, the reason why Harry Potter is getting on my last nerve is because it seems to be all the people around me are thinking about! At least, the one's I'm talking to. Because I'm sitting there reading a really good book that just happens to be on the larger side (Alias Grace. . . read it people) and every time people would approach me, they would ask: Hey, is that the new Harry Potter book? EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. That just somewhat annoyed because there is more to literature than Harry freaking Potter out there! Just because I happen to be reading a book, it doesn't mean it's about HARRY POTTER! I like the books, they're good, but I just think that there's better books out there! I mean, seriously people!

I guess another reason is because I've always been one of those people who likes things, but gets tired of when that one thing is always talked about. I like variety. So sue me. I know I'm not the only one who has never been obsessed over something (don't even mention Silent Hill to me) but it's not like whenever someone is talking about a video game I instantly ask them if it's Silent Hill. I guess I'm just tired of one book being on the mind of most of the people I talk to. I repeat: THERE IS MORE TO LITERATURE THAN HARRY POTTER!!!

*ahem*

Now that you've read my caffine-fulled rant. . . you may return to your daily lives.

Heh, my dog's asleep and her paw it twitching in time with the music I'm listening to XD. And it's a pretty fast tempo too! She's so cute. *hugs dog*

But yeah, today has been pretty boring because I've been working on my online dmv course pretty much the entire time. Now I don't have to work on it anymore so yay! And I was getting to the annoying art about all the concequences of drunk driving. I was thinking the entire time: Heard this before, not gonna do it anyways. But I HAVE to go through it becuase it's "required".

So yeah, since I had fun remembering my cheers from the past, I thought I'd share another fun one. This one is from fourth grade. Our team name was "Crazy Cowboys":

We're crazy, we're cowboys!
We like to eat butter
We're crazy, we're cowboys!
Word to yo muther!

Yeah, once again. . . don't judge. Lol