10 things that scare me or freak me out (in no particular order)
- white noise, more specifically “snow” on a television set. Thanks to the digital era it’s harder to actually receive snow with all sorts of peripherals plugged in and I generally get a nice blank #cccccc (med gray) screen with the words “no signal” instead of snow. The snow, it freaks me the hell out– so does static on the radio.
- government buildings. I am not your typical “I see terrorists” American. But everything about government buildings is oppressive and scary, and given the way I feel about the government from time to time, I can rationalize why they would be a target. I am not afraid of post offices, however.
- Big scary ants. The little sugar ants aren’t too bad. But the ones that are bigger than a centimeter freak me the hell out.
- cars that drive by my house really, really slow.
- People who have no business looking at me looking me straight in the eye. Like, if I am in a crowded restaurant and every time I look up it’s into someone’s eyes (the same someone).
- beta fish. I once had a nightmare that involved a beta fish and a samurai sword… also, they are the most likely to just… disappear from their bowls.
- having my husband be home when I don’t expect him. In the movies it is always cute when the hubby comes home and surprises the wife unexpectedly. In reality, there is something extremely creepy about coming home and feeling that there is someone in your house… when there shouldn’t be. He likes to hide, and lay in wait for me to find him. or just pop out from behind me and scare the crap out of me.
- the thought that a teacher might call me at work and I will recognize their voice. big big big fear.
or maybe fantasy. not sure.
- the blob. that movie freaked me the hell out.
- waking up with unrecognizable bruises and cuts. I don’t know if it’s because of the vast number of alien abduction stories I consumed as a preteen, fear of leukemia, or barry’s brush with ITP but I absolutely freak whenever I find bruises or cuts on my person that I cannot explain. Like the horseshoe shaped one on my right knee that looks like a burn and just appeared the other day. It’s really freaky.
OK, that’s it for my check up. I did a bad bad thing and I will sleep poorly tonight. Note to self: when issuing a challenge to a friend, if it is of a personal *very* nature, make sure it’s actually a challenge. Also, stop fantasizing about your teachers. It’s rude and unprofessional. Regardless of how interesting you can imagine them to be.
In knitting news, the circular shrug is moving speedily. I should be done with the first 8 inches of ribbing relatively quickly. I was going to do it in this fabulous mostly angora yarn that I had named ‘dust bunny’ but the yarn was too thin and knit at the wrong gauge. So, last Friday I returned to Stitch Cafe and bought a bunch of baby llama yarn that is knitting up quickly and cuddly-ly on size 8s. It’s also not grey, which is a plus because last year’s #1 in class sweater (not knitted, just worn) was the same color of grey.