Another Day, Another story

One thing I know that scares me is typing this post and listening outside because I can hear the cats running around fighting on the roof. They do it at moments when you least expect it. It's really a lot scarier than what it sounds to be.

Okay, so the main reason for this would be I revisited my childhood tonight. To the first horror movie I ever saw. Ghost Ship. I know, I know, it's not a very scary film, but at 12 anything and everything is a lot scarier than what it is. So the film has pacing issues, what films don't? One of the main reasons I'd say I saw the film is because of Emily Browning. Now, I'm no fan of her stuff, I don't hate her either, I know she exists and I know she's a good actress, Ghost Ship was my first horror movie, I saw the film Lemony Snickets A Series of Unfortunate Events, which I've noticed has not gained many positive feedback from fans and reviewers alike. Then I saw her film The Uninvited and I was completely gobsmacked by her performance (In a good way, of course), and I was curious to see Ghost Ship again. I think I'd like to keep a close eye on her, see how she turns out. I've watched a total of one interviews with her and she seems like a pretty level headed girl.

But yeah, that is not the main focus of my blog today, at least I wasn't planning for it to be.

I don't think I'll be blogging tomorrow. I have a sleep over and dance is starting back tomorrow. I'll be in racks and at 4 o'clock in the afternoon I don't think I'll have much to say really. So it depends really, if I get like a response from a company in which I have applied for work, then obviously I'll blog it, but to be honest with you it won't be a very long blog post.

They never are these days are there?

Things are just so mundane, I don't know what to say. I'd be saying the same things repeatedly if I didn't control what I was putting on here, and by putting too much on here means that it'll show and it'll become messy.

I'm afraid people will find this blog, my friends in particular. I have this weird thing where I can admit to a load of people whom I don't know all these deep dark secrets but I can't tell my friends them. I'm sure I'm not the only one with this kind of thing. I don't feel confident enough to pour my heart out to them because I've built an image of a person that just doesn't care when in all honesty I don't, but I do have things I care for too. I'm a growing kid and we all have worries.

Speaking of worries. I promised my sister that I'd have a whole novel finished by the end of the year. Is that possible? I don't know, but since I promised it it means I have to do it.

That just means extra work for me, don't I do enough as is? I mean, I know I was the one who promised it, but I thought that she might forget about it and I wouldn't have to worry. But of course, as sisters are, she remembers that conversation quite clearly and I have to do it now.

Anyway, I'm feeling tired, I have to be awake early-ish tomorrow morning, I have washing to do before going on my sleep over, then I have to sort everything out and I have to write tonight before I go to bed. I've come to this thing where I have to do at least some writing before going to sleep now too. So that's two things I have to do before I go to bed these days .... TT.TT At this rate I won't be going to sleep until the early hours of the morning....

Night!