Two-a-day

Okay so I am a bit annoyed. I have yet to receive the call for being an extra. The gig is shooting form nine to nine so there is still time but I am anxious, I really want to see a shooting!! Anyways beside that I just got out of the movie 'The Exorcist' which we are watching for class. I had to leave towards the end because i get so freaked out. I remember I saw when I was younger. It was daytime, and I was home alone. Nevertheless I was so thoroughly freaked out. I was like pretty much paralyzed on my sofa, I remember the remote being across the room and me wanting to turn off the TV but i didn't want to make the trip across the room lest anything were to happen to me. So I sat there and watched. I ended up not being able to sleep properly for two weeks, and mind you at that time me and my younger sister shared a room. Anyways I have come to believe that little girl movies scare the shit out of me. So I probably shouldn't share this, as it is pretty damn embarrassing but whatever i really don't care that much. So back when 'The Ring' had come out me, my sister, and two of my cousins went to the theater to see it... my idea. I had really wanted to see it and they gave in. Towards the end of the movie I started tearing up, and by the end I was crying but i still refused to leave the theater. I thought my heart was going to stop i was so damn scared. I don't know how to explain it... I love the thrill of being scared and yet I hate it. But one thing people can NOT do to me, is stick me in the dark. I will freak out! I have always always been and probably will be afraid of the dark! I remember the scene in the sixth sense where they look him in the dark closet and some type of ghost/spirit rips at him... that would have to be my worst nightmare EVER! anyways enough about scary things. P.s. my best friend is worse than me... she refuses to watch scary movies at all. By the way, gory things do not scare me... the spiritual and supernatural are the ones that get to me.

Okay anyways getting back to the stuff i said i would talk about... first off SPRING BREAK!!!

Oh how I would love to go Miami, or Spain, or hell even grenada!! I just feel awful even asking my parents to go anywhere when i have no idea whatsoever as to where i am going to medical school. I feel so guilty even thinking of going somewhere. Just the other night my parents asked me if I heard from anyone, and that very instant i wanted to jump off a bridge because i hadn't heard from anyone. ANYWAYS i got my call to go!!!! BYEEEE I SHALL MY EXPERIENCE TOMORROW!!! =)

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