It’s been just my mom, my brother and me all weekend. Why?
- Friday 8 a.m. School
- 4 p.m. Finish school, go to friend’s for birthday/sleepover
- Saturday night sleep over at other friend’s place
- Sunday 6 p.m. Be picked up my dad (so she’ll be home within the next hour)
- Friday: dropping us off at school and picking us up
- Saturday, early morning: leave for improv retreat all day, until 5.30 p.m. (Which is why he couldn’t pick my sister up on Saturday)
- Sunday, early morning: leave for day 2 of improv retreat
All that means I haven’t seen my sister since we dropped her off at her busstop at 7.38 a.m. on Friday morning and I’ve barely seen my dad. It’s so weird not having 5 people in the house, two+ TVs on, the radio on, music playing and little fights between us kids. And when my sister gets back she has homework to do, so I won’t really be able to spend time with her until tomorrow after school.
Okay, I’ve got to admit I’m not really blogging because I have something to say. I just don’t want to do homework:
- Italian: test
- Spanish: test
- Maths: exercises (2/3 done)
- French: play to read, research to do and monologue to write
- Italian: a few sentences to write
I’M GOING TO DIE!
ETA: I saw Saturday’s ep of Doctor Who with the Weeping Angels and I’ve never been more scared of a monster before. Now I hadn’t seen Blink, so I didn’t know what to expect of the Angels. All I knew was that everybody called Blink the scariest Doctor Who episode ever made. See, Weeping Angels seem to just be statues if you look at them. But if you can’t see them, they can move. Close your eyes, lights go off, turn your back to them and then can move and kill you by either sending you back in time or snapping your neck. Trust me, it might not sound so scary, but to see it. UGH. Terrifying.
I’ve seen plenty of horror movies, minimum 25, but nothing has ever scared me like that episode. Last night, I lay in bed with the cover pulled over my head and I didn’t dare move for ages. Did Freddy Krueger scared me like that? No. Jason? No. Chucky? No. Gremlins? No. Any of the zombie movies? Thrillers? Scream? I know what you did last summer? No. The Hills Have Eyes? No. The Haunting? No.
None of those movies had me scared to go to bed. (Okay, it was also 2 a.m. when I went to bed and I was the only one awake.)
But there is one thriller that I will never forget: Shuttle. It wasn’t perfect, but I won’t forget the ending. Ever.