There go my begeezes...

Holy crap.

I was scared out of my wits once again tonight. I've decided I am going to have to start keeping a tally of who gets scared by whom, when and why.

I suppose that I should start at the beginning, re-cap the Yorick incident, which was bloodcurdling episode number one, where he randomly appeared in the window while Marissa and I were dancing around in the kitchen, and stood there looking at as, and we saw and screamed.

Bloodcurdling episode number two actually happened last night, while Marissa, Kate and I were out walking, randomly, on unlit paths, just for kicks. We're walking along, creeping each other out, talking about how we would be attacked by the black beavers of mordor...and then all the sudden there is this huge black shape hurtling towards us at breakneck speed. After we realize (belatedly) that this is not some sort of hallucination, Kate screams, I scream, Marissa screams and grabs Kate out of the way as some psycopathic cyclist continues speeding down the path without so much as a "sorry." And we're left there stand there and hyperventilate and laugh together.

Bloodcurdling episode number three occurs in the laundry house of Phase 1, earlier this evening. Kate and I are standing around talking about how exposed we are because the laundry room is light-up like Christmas morning, and the windows only let you see in, not out, because of the glare and the inky blackness that is Thunder Bay after dark (as witnessed before in both Episodes 1&2) we get the laundry out of the dryer, make our way to the door, (also glass,) open it and I scream like there is no tomorrow because there is this random person there all of the sudden, and shell-shock poor Dan (at least I think that is his name) who is calmly coming to get his laundry.

Halloween is definately over, this has got to stop. I'm going to turn into a nervous wreck.
But (retroactively of course,) it is kind of funny.

current music: Morning Song, Jewel