I think my house is haunted. No joke.
I also think I should mention the fact that I've been afraid of ghosts since I was small. During my pre-teen adolescent years, Betty read to me while I showered. I did the same for her. Truth was, I was afraid of showering alone and her voice gave me reassurance that ghosts wouldn't attack two people at once. I also hated locking doors because if I needed to run away from them, having to release the lock would cost an extra 6 seconds in midst of the frenzy, and maybe even my life.
I don't know. Sometimes I don't think I believe in ghosts because, the way I see it, if someone believes in ghosts, then he or she would also believe in God. I am an atheist... sometimes... most of the time. Anyway, I think I watched too many badly made Chinese horror movies with my parents while I was growing up.
So it begins. The heat. Technically, it's not summer yet, but at 12:30 am, it was still 92 degrees out. It is now 85 degrees. I'm sitting... er lying, in my room sweating like a dog. If pigs had sweat glands (well actually, they DO have sweat glands but they aren't for temperature adjustment), I'd be sweating like one. Maybe I should roll around in mud. I like pigs.
I also like Canadians.
My manager, Genie, was telling me how plastered she was last night. Then I told her how I don't do that stuff because I'm underaged (lol). Then she told me how she keeps thinking I'm like 25. Maybe because everyone at Rickshaw is fucking old. This sucks. Everyone at work thought I was 22+. The kids I tutor thought I was 21+. The teacher I work with thought I was 23. My landlord thought I was 24, but I told him my accurate age and he lowered my rent by ten dollars lol.
I mean, never tell a girl she looks older than she really is. Well, Genie said it's because of the way I present myself and that it's a compliment. Right... This makes me feel like I'm missing out on youth.
My coworker, Alex, lent me a few horror movies. I watched Ginger Snaps. It's about a girl named Ginger turning into a werewolf... Awesome title if you ask me. I actually enjoyed the movie a lot. I thought it showed great dynamics of kinship and puberty lol. It made me cry, but then again, I teared when I saw a lady crying hysterically on the subway. It doesn't take much to rush the tears out of my eyes. Also, I'm currently reading a book about God flooding the world again. (And if I remember correctly from reading the Bible for school, God promised he wouldn't do it again.) Anyway, so the Noah figure is an architect and he was told to build a hospital that could float, but God didn't let him tell anyone but children about the flood. The hospital ended up being a children's hospital full of sick and mental children, and the main character is this emo chick who has a right to be depressed because everyone she loved died or committed suicide (her father, mother, sister, brother, boyfriend), but she can't find the sympathy to feel bad for the death and destruction. I don't know, I like the book and I was walking to class one day thinking about it and I cried a little. I got off track... So, I want to watch the Japanese movie Alex let me borrow but I'm afraid I'll get scared and then not want to leave my room. Plus, I want some Frosted Flakes.
Oh yeah, I started summer school. It's fun. It was a bit weird at first because I don't know anyone at that school and it's like I'm starting all over again. I met this international student from Korea. She's 24 and she has no idea what she's doing with her life. I'm starting to feel a little better about mine. Don't talk to me though, I might depress you. Give me a week... and maybe some hot cheeto fries.
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