In the darkness...

Hello!

I didn't realize it was a theme week last week, so here's ma theme thing...

When I was a young child, I had a great fear of the dark. Not so much as the dark, as what could be in the dark. I was also terrified of being in the dark...alone. *shiver* I still have that fear. So anyways, one night, after I had watched a horror film that day, (DURING THE DAY-I never watch horror films at night. Never.) my parents mentioned that they needed to go to the lab and do something (some strange acronym-y thing that was science-y). I didn't realize that they meant, that night, in fact, I thought they were just thinking about it, for the next day. BUT THEY MEANT THAT NIGHT!!! So they left me. Little Kat, at home, in the darkness of the night...

This is me, innocently playing with my stuffed bunny, "Rabbie"...notice my parents sneaking off in the background?

 As I was sitting there, quite happy, playing with Rabbie (okay, so it's not that inventive of a name, but I still love Rabbie), I heard a door slam. Investigating it, I found that both my parents were gone (this is before I had siblings), and then I started freaking out. The only light on was the one in the living room, where I was, and everything else was dark. My only option to hide from the murderers (influence from the horror film) was to turn off all the lights. Otherwise, it'd be like spotlighting where I was, and then they could see me. I wouldn't be able to see them skulking in the darkness...but they could see me.

THEY COULD SEE ME

So...I curled up into a ball, and didn't move. I kept on the ground, in the middle of the room, because that was open ground, and I could run if need be. Also, moving wasn't an option. THEY WOULD HEAR ME. 

That's little Kat...terrified

I stayed like that for the longest time...it felt like 10 years had gone by...

Then my mom and dad came home.

I was SAVED.

They were completely shocked to see all the lights off, and their little daughter, crouching in the middle of the living room, looking like she was mad/crazy, with near bloodshot eyes (I didn't blink...they could feel me moving).

This happened...oh, every time my parents needed to do something at night...

It got worse when I saw my first...thing.

Yes, that thing.

So now, instead of just murderers, which is one thing (I mean, when you get killed, whatevs, right?), there were things. Things that could....*shudder*

As I got older, I progressed. Instead of crouching in the middle of the room, in the utter darkness with a stuffed rabbit named Rabbie...

With a much improved hairstyle, too!

I crouch in the darkness with a stainless steel frying pan, with non-stick coating, and a 30-year warranty. The warranty is helpful, just in case I accidentally crack it when hitting murderers and nasty things.

In the daylight, however, my fear of things is much worse than murderers ('cuz obviously murderers don't attack you in bright daylight). And in daylight, I do not crouch in the middle of the room (or park, classroom, car, etc.). Instead, I jump away from the thing. Grab the person nearest to me. And start screaming. "KILL IT! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And that is how I have matured. :)
Happy Monday!
<3,

Kat

slytherins can find things, too.

{*cue Hank Green's "Fathers of the Founding Fathers"*}

To the dads of the 6LCF/the dad of anyone reading this/YOU, if you are a dad:

Happy Father's Day!!! <3

You guys definitely deserve a day to be recognized.

Thank you so much for being so very awesome (and raising such awesome kids) :]

We hope today that you celebrated accordingly ^.^

Yay, summer!!! Ahh, we're on break! Yay :D
Okay. Now that formalities are out of the way...
So, my post from last week technically counts as my childhood fear.
However.
I was a rather, um, emotional child, and I had a lot of fears. And when I went digging through my old files for a picture I drew a little while ago for no apparent reason, I found this:

The year is divided into two seasons for me: PINK sweatpants time (fall/winter) and not sweatpants time (summer/spring)

Okay, for you, they all probably make enough sense except for the jellyfish.
I just don't like jellyfish, okay?
When I was little, roaming the beaches of the East Coast, I spotted a bubble of saltwater sitting in the middle of the sand. I was like, "Oh, how fun! A bubble of water! Hooray!! :D :D :D <3 " But then I poked it AND IT WAS A WASHED-UP JELLYFISH AND IT WAS HORRIBLE. >.<

So now I get all twitchy and paranoid if I'm walking barefooted on a beach.
*shivers*
Let's move on.

I found a horcrux! Even though I'm not in the nonexistent ridiculous special HuffleJigglypuff House, I managed to summon (lol, accio) up the necessary brain cell to **find** something.

WHATEVER YOU SEARCH IS NOW A LIE 

I plan to send this horcrux and a letter asking how this happened to both JK Rowling and the people at Google. When things this large and important to the world turn out to be corrupt and evil, it's called politics it might be wise to have large, important people aware of the problem that needs to be addressed.
Or I might just ring up my homeskillet Voldemort and ask him to pretty please with a tortured muggle on top to undid this doodle.

*sighs* Time to do summer homework. Bai!

With all due respect,
House.

so you're all going to laugh at me, but. . .

(This is only one of xiy's numerous strange and not-exactly-a-fear-but-holy-crap-it-made-sleeping-difficult childhood terrors.)

And also: PLEASE DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS. I IMAGINE THAT MOST OF YOU READING THIS EITHER HAVE ALREADY READ THE BOOK OR OTHERWISE DO NOT CARE, BUT I GUESS A SPOILER WARNING IS NECESSARY?

When I was a smallish child, I was scared of a lot of things, and all these things could best be termed as "unknown things lurking in the dark." When I was a smallish child, I also enjoyed reading voraciously, since I had no other social life outside of perhaps school.

Thus, I read the first HP book in second grade (which seems relatively late compared to most of you) and it wasn't so terribly awful, though the whole Forbidden Forest thing creeped me out to no end afterward. And then I got it into my head to read the Chamber of Secrets, which turned out to be a very bad idea.

GAHHH.

Because, you see, in that book, there is a) mysterious almost-murder, b) snakes, c) loads of mysterious "KILL THEM ALL RAWR" messages, d) blood, e) tramps through the Forbidden Forest (and it wasn't so much Aragog that scared me as just the freakin' creepiness of a dark forest in the middle of the night), f) a BASILISK, g) scary possessing Horcrux-diaries; and apparently that was a bit too much for my eight-year-old brain to handle.

I started out innocently enough:

"Is a book? Ooh, book! I will read the book!"

 And, really, I didn't mind the mysterious creepiness of the book so much until our dear protagonist(s) were treated to Riddle's creepy Horcrux-diary and then Hermione was all, "OMG BASILISK." Because then there was the whole "her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever" that scared me so badly (and it still is vaguely unsettling now, even when I know the ending), and let me tell you that the whole Moaning Myrtle revelation (I don't know why; it was just creepy) and also Harry entering the Chamber was possibly the scariest thing I had read in my short and tender life up until that point.

Yeah, that was kind of my reaction.

 And then, if that weren't bad enough, the basilisk coming out of Slytherin's mouth and Tom Riddle being all, "YARR* I BE VOLDEMORT MWAHAHAHA" scared me in that sort of morbid way that made me want to keep reading on. So this was kind of how the whole process went:

>.< (The basilisk was fun to draw, though.)

And then I basically spent the next few nights in mortal terror of giant, slithery, blood-crazed Slytherinian (is that the adjective form of 'Slytherin'?) monsters coming out through my walls to kill me.

Yeah. asjhasdfjkgdfashdf

 Because it's not like I'm afraid of snakes, even. I think what scared me is just the fact that there could be one lurking somewhere in the darkness, wanting to kill itself some little girl. :|

(Oh, and for some reason I ended up watching the movie not too soon after, I think. The horror of it is too great to be retold [and anyway, it was pretty much like the book experience but TEN TIMES WORSE.])

Now you can all point and laugh at the silly girl who was turned off of Harry Potter for years afterward because of the second book. (I would like to say here that the second book is still by far the creepiest for me, and I really don't know why.) Point and laugh.

xiy 

*For some reason, I gave him a pirate voice. I do not know why.

recent scarring events.

ohai.

If you've been paying attention at all, you should know I'm a paranoid little child who lives in constant terror of jellyfish, horror movies, and jellyfish.

But little House was an even more weird House, and there was one aspect of many birthday parties, trips to amusement parks, sporting events, and street fairs that terrified the crap out of me.

Those freakin people dressed up as things.

Like, at Disney World? The characters that walk around?

"WHY... HELLO THERE, LITTLE GIRL."

Yeah, those. *shivers*

Anyway. So a couple nights ago, Lynda, xiy, and I volunteered at a local public library to help out with this annual ice cream social. When the nice lady organizing the whole event had called me ~a week ago, I'd said whatever job was okay. Like, giving kids temporary tattoos can't be any more enriching than, like, running the sidewalk chalk station, right? Wrong.

Upon arrival, I discovered that my job was being the Summer Reading Bee's Helper. 

"THIS CHILD LOOKS PARTICULARLY SCRUMPTIOUS TONIGHT."

(I swear, the actual costume looks exactly like that.) [Minus the eyebrows.] 

So, I thought I would be let off "easy" and only have to escort this waddling bundle of bloody nightmares and terror for two hours. But no. The girl in the bee outfit got "overheated" after a few minutes, so I got to take a turn in the bee costume of hideous murder and death.

I felt really bad for a lot of the kids... they would be like, "No, mommy! No bee!! NO BEE!!!" And the mom would be like, "Oh, but look how friendly :D :D :D Hugs for the bee! Hugginggggg!"* And the kid would be like, "AHHHH NO BEE NO BEE NO BEE NO BEE NO BEE D: D:  DX DX DX"

I totally sympathise with the kids. *sighs*

Also, I suck at being the bee. My glove fell off once -.-"

Inside smelled of incense and lady shampoo. After showering twice (I'm going for a third in a couple minutes), I still can smell traces of it in my hair.

And that's been my weekend.

With all due respect,**

House.

**Unless you're someone who routinely dresses up in those freaking costumes. In your case, you also deserve many memories of horrified faces of poor, scarred children. And also a lifetime of guilt for damaging those poor kid's psyches so badly. 
*In that blasted costume, btw, "hugging" means (since you can't see much below your shoulders. two year-olds are rather short.) feeling random, sudden, and oddly gentle {considering the material for the costume was rather thick} contact on your waist-to-knee region. Such the greatest way to spend a Friday night...