a bad habit...

I have a bad habit of yelling at people in movies. Its why horror movies don’t scare me until they are finished. In the grudge, I remember yelling at the stupid school girls who thought it would be funny to go into the grudges house (yeah I know her name is kaeko, but to me, her name is the grudge. ‘The grudge saeki’…) all the other boarders are wincing and watching behind cushions and theres me throwing popcorn and lollies at the tv hoping miraculously itl go through the tv and hit the girls and theyl turn around to see the grudge chick behind them. but then it means the grudge can come through tv.

My little unbiological sister cassie* (privacy reasons), her friend and I were watching paranormal activity 2. I personally think its not scary but these two were jumping and yelping and carrying on. I just thought the demon, who I named ‘mr demon’ needed some form of counselling for his issues. Stuff like, killing a dog, pulling a baby out of its cradle, thoriwng things around, moving the pool cleaner (the girls later told me it moved by itself naturally).

Oh! And conving someone to eat there husband. But then I thought. Like me, (I don’t kill dogs, kidnap babies or make people eat their husbands,) he has issues. I felt sorry for him. Even if hes just a special affect added in. I feel sorry for that special effect coz im a tool who feels sorry.

After the movie, after any horror movie, I become an escort down the hallway. Because if I saw one, the girls reckon il just tell it to piss off. Actually, if I saw one, well I don’t know, its not like you see demons doing their daily groceries, getting smashed in clubs or walking around with a walking frame. Its not like you pass by cafes and say good morning to them. so I wouldn’t know what id do.

On the other hand, my anger at the stupidity of characters annoys my mum. I watch legend of the seeker. Some bloke with a magic sword who has to kill some guy who needs a haircut and a better wardrobe. While it would of taken me less than an episode to waltz up his castle and really give it to him, it takes this bloke about 50 something episodes. I later worked out, if it was just half of an episode, what kind of entertainment is that?

I also yell at other non alive substances incase they had life breathed into them and could understand what I was saying. Such as my laptop and phone, the libraries slow computers. If they could voice their opinion, I could see their own blog being something depressing. My phone would write about the times ive called it bad names and thrown it against the wall. Laptop would say how I tap the keys impatiently, curisng under my breath, and the library computers would mention how I whisper my curses in a tone of yelling. Its not like im going to loudly yell in a packed quiet communal room.

so me and technology don’t get along. That’s official.

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