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Wednesday, 07 January 2009

  • My Scariest Nightmare - The Uninvited Contest

    I was in a mansion. It was dark and there were hallways. There were two parallel hallways running down with rooms at an even interval; it was cold and dead. I remember being lost, but my dream self didn't seem to have a problem with it at all.

    I walked around to the other hallway and found that in the other hallway, there was a Hispanic maid, maid-ing the rooms.  She asked, harshly "What are you doing here?!"  And I don't remember answering.  She was so normal, and there was a light around her.  Why didn't I stay with her?

    I wandered into a large, and main room.  There was a single television there, and I watched people mutilated and mutilated on the screen.  The picture was black and white.

    I felt uneasy.  I was going to go back to the maid, but something was in my way.  It was a person, and I'm bewildered to say that it was a hobo.  He looked... distant.  And he walked closer and closer to me, his eyes were dark and hollow...

    He reached out, and grabbed me and held me up and I woke up.

    Not my usually groggy wake-up.  As in, my dream self was about to scream.  I opened my mouth and I was about to scream and I felt such horror.  I remember this, and taking one final look at the hobo, I took in air, and my eyes just opened.  I saw my room's darkness, and I felt the air still in my throat.

    I remember that afterwards, I drew a picture of the hobo, and his image is clear in my mind.  Because of that last look.

    I just blogged about my scariest nightmare to enter The Uninvited Scariest Nightmare Contest for 1,000 credits. You can earn free credits too! Brought to you by The Uninvited - In Theaters January 30th.

Sunday, 22 June 2008

  • Flip-flops.

    My parents (and mostly my brother) like to say I flip-flop my opinions of food. All the time.

    This makes me so angry.  I don't.

    Just now.  My dad was listing the foods he ate for lunch today.  My brother quipped, "Shannon would eat half of that!  She hates that."  And my mom says, "Ha-ha-ha.  Yeah.  But the things you listed, she would eat more than usual.  She'd eat [food item #1] (something I mildly like), she'd eat [food #2] (something I am neutral about, I would eat this if I was hungry), wait, but she hates [food #3] (something I really like to eat).

    "Wait," I say, "I like [food #3], though."

    "Oh, now you like it," says my mom.  And she rolls her eyes and mutters something about how I change my opinions.

    God-damnit.  Maybe you wouldn't have some a retarded joke about me if you noticed that when I refuse something I generally like to eat, I say that it's because I don't feel like it.  Or because I am already full.  Not that I change my opinions.

    And speaking of that.  My family can't seem to make up their mind about me, either.  They keep telling people I'm very picky, and that I eat very little.  Then, a minute later, they say that I eat so much, and that I eat five meals a day.

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Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Insomnie

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    • Name: Shannon
    • Country: United States
    • State: California
    • Metro: San Leandro
    • Birthday: 1/22/1993
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 9/26/2004

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