8.09.01 (thursday)

I'm packing for Ashland. I'm only going to be gone for 4 days, but it seems like such a chore. It's supposed to be somewhere in the 90's the whole time I'm there. What a sissy I am. There's insufferable weather in the midwest, and I'm whining about 90 degrees in Oregon. Have I mentioned that I hate heat? Summer is my least favorite month. But I'm going to have fun. That's what I keep telling myself. I'll pack shorts and t-shirts, and blind people with my pale white skin, while wearing said shorts. What fun! Must remember the spf 40 sunscreen. And a hat. Can't forget a hat.

There has been a lack of pictures, so I present you with views from one of my many windows:
the yardthe sky

8.07.01 (tuesday)

Today I am listing things:

#1: My Grandma's birthday is today. Happy Birthday Grandma! I'd post a picture, but I forgot to scan one.

#2: Today is aslo Scott's birthday. Scott is the neighbor. He has a black pug dog and likes SpongeBob Sqaurepants. Happy Birthday Scott! B and I are going bowling with Scott and friends tonight.

#3: I really really really want my car back.

#4: A terrible little bird ate all the ripe tomatoes off our tomato plants. First, he ate half of a tomato on Saturday. He does it while the tomato it still clinging to its little vine. So I went outside to find half a tomato hanging there. But Sunday, the little bird decided our pathetic plants were the all you can eat buffet. He at every single red, ripe tomato off both plants. Grrr.

#5: I'm going to Oregon again. My Favorite Cousin and I are going to Ashland for the Shakespeare Festival. Road Trip! I'd be more excited, but it's going to be bloody hot while we're there.

#6: In a little over a week I will be heading to the beach, and I'm terribly excited. It's been at least 10 years since my family has taken a little beach vacation. We will wander the beach in the morning with a mug of cocoa and collect whole sand dollars (if we can find any). We will read books. We will play many games of scrabble and cribbage. We will have fun!

This concludes today's list.

8.06.01 (monday)

Happy Birthday Kate!
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There's something wrong with me. I can't watch scary movies.

I know, this sounds somewhat normal. There's lots of people who don't like horror movies. But for me, it seems to be getting worse as I get older. There is now a whole range of movies that I can't watch because I know they'll creep me out and induce strange -I better keep the lights on when I sleep tonight- nightmares. It used to be things like Dracula and Scream. And now it's flicks like Requiem for a Dream and Freeway, which don't exactly fit into the horror category.
Don't get me wrong. There are great aspects to some of these movies. The cinematography in Requiem for a Dream was absolutely beautiful (I managed to sit through 3/4 of it). And I liked the way Scream made fun of itself (by some miracle I watched the whole thing, but I didn't sleep for about a week). But if me watching the movie means sleeping with the lights on for a week, then I just can't do it.

And it bothers me that I'm like this. I'm somewhat intelligent. I know that these are just movies and there's absolutely no reason I should lose sleep over some fake blood or an actor playing a psycho character. But for some reason, as many times as I tell myself it was just a movie...every little sound I hear in the house while I'm trying to get to sleep will keep me awake that much longer and keep me pulling the covers that much farther over my head.

It's not that I don't want to watch some of these movies, because I really do (I don't want to end up reduced to bad romantic comedies as my only film choice). It's that I can't watch some of these movies because it seems my poor little brain can't separate movies and reality. And I can't can't bounce back from 3 hours of sleep like I used to. Maybe there's a class I can take? Like those people who take courses to get over their fear of flying?

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