Are you Afraid of the Dark?

Well I made it back from my trip to ATL, which was really fun. I had a lot of delish southern food and I got to see my big shot sister. This was the first vacation I have had in a long time, even though it totally wasn't a vacation, eh, but that's besides the point, it was fun. Besides the whole flying thing. For those of you who know me you know I HATE to fly. It's scary, it's uncomfortable, it's impending doom. For all those internet predators floating around out there, well, there it is, I have a fear. Of course I probably made this worse by looking up plane crash pictures the night before, I don't know, I thought somehow it might help....fuck it I'm just weird. I also watched my fair share of explosions and death for my in-flight entertainment, which probably didn't help either. On the way there it wasn't that bad though, I thought hey, I'm cool, I'm the big mama cat in town, I can do this, and fuck me on the way back it got turbulent, I almost threw up, the whole impending doom thing caught up with me again. Next time, I'm going to knock myself out and I don't mean the nice swallow a few heavy sedatives, as I learned this time don't fucking work, I mean full on run into a brick wall until I'm almost medically dead or else I will never board a plane again.
This weekend is a big weekend for me. Tomorrow I have a huge test I've been studying for all night, hence the hour of this blog. This test is bullshit and I'm not just being angsty, it really is bullshit, I have to memorize terms and dates just to forget it all after the test, but whatever, I have to get through it so I will. I will also have my NBC line up tomorrow to look forward to, ah the joys of television. Friday I will be seeing A Serious Man, which I have been wanting to see for quite a while now, Saturday I will be seeing Where the Wild Things Are, which I expect to be magical. Then that night, off to Universal to get my ass scared and yes I will cry, I will run, and I will scream. I can talk about horror, I can write about horror, I can watch horror, but if that shit comes running after me, I'm fucking out. Sunday I will be seeing Black Dynamite, which Steve and I have been looking forward to for a loooong time, so that should be awesome.
This is really creepy, but the guy next door, with whom I share a wall, I think is humming like Gizmo, you know from Gremlins, it's super weird.
Anyway, some csun student got attacked pretty much halfway between my house and the school, which is scary because that was suppose to be the "nice" part of Northridge. So I'm going to go this week to get some pepper spray. I wanted to get a gun, then I was like I don't know if I trust myself with a gun, then I was like oh a knife, then I'm like oh man I know what happens to bitches who have knives.....they get shot (count it!), so I decided to get myself some pepper spray, I mean it's not so pussy, I can blind mother fuckers eyes.....eh. I mean, I actually fended off a rapists with my bare hands once!.....but I don't want to risk it because in this case this mother fucker had a pipe.
I know I say this all the time, but check out the New Bev schedule and seriously hit me up if you want to go. I'm going to be going by myself to some of these things and they shouldn't be missed! Now I have a snoring, cuddly pug to attend to. I should probably put on a nice movie and go to bed, but I can't find my copy of Dead Alive....eh goodnight and until next time
-Katie