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PsyVamps! D: My dumbass watched the History of Vampires on the History Channel [right after a special on the Plague], and I got through the beginning pretty well. The Old folklore, Lord Dracula, Bram Stoker and Nosferatu, even the part about Countess Elizabeth Báthory [as I'm sure you all know she was the woman who would bathe in the blood of virgins to keep her youthful glow. I'm a virgin! Oh noes! But Bookie said I would have been safe because she only used pretty virgins. XDD] and then that crazy vampire kid from Kentucky who killed his girlfriend's parents back in '96 [********, my state sucks].
I'm s00pah gullible and I easily believe in things people tell me. And once I believe, I don't easily stop believing.
Anyway at the end of the program they talked about PsyVamps, who feed off of psychic energy of people rather than bloodz. They did aura photography of a 'vampire' and a 'victim' and there were like punctures in the victims aura and stuff, and now I'm afraid of some one taking and feeding off of my psychic energies and leaving little holes in my aura! DX

History channel..... why? Why do you forsake me? Your loyal viewer.... WHHYYYYYY??????

So last night I had a dream... or at least I think I was dreaming...

It starts off with me sleeping in my own bed. I hear a noise in my closet as if someone was moving or throwing wire hangers around in there. I open my eyes to see what was going on and realize I was drooling, that part really happened. I must have fallen asleep again, because this time it felt like someone jumped onto my bed and then pinned me down to where I couldn't move. I started to panic and try to scream for help but no words escaped my mouth. I'd take a deep breath and try again but only the sound of air leaving my lungs could be heard. I still couldn't move. Still panicing. Still trying to scream. I finally managed to make a sound, but it was only moaning noises. This went on for about 10 minutes and then I was finally able to move again. I don't know if I was alseep dreaming this or half awake. It was so realistic. Even though I was panicing, when I was finally able to move again I realized my heart wasn't beating fast at all.

I hope this makes any sense, right now I'm having trouble trying to collect my thoughts together. What happened is a little difficult to put in words. lol

Even scarier thought: If your dead relatives COULD watch you masturbate, would they?

Are you, perhaps, related to ceilingcat? Because that would clear some things up.



Last night, I stayed up until 6 in the morning... drawing fish.

Oh yes, we are partying now.

It's not as bad as the time I was up 'til 6 doing needlepoint. I'm wild and crazy, you bet your sweet paddle-smacked a**.

I wish I could have seen that. It would make a really interesting painting.

And who's got Gummi's mind all befuddled...? wink

Alright, Miss Gummi, assume the position. It IS your turn, after all.

You could put a bit of tape over it, if it really bothers you.

But in the end, what does it matter if someone's watching you pee? Unless, you're doing something in there you shouldn't be. -suspicious look-

Lately what's been keeping me up at night has not been very interesting. College applications and chemistry homework and so on. Worry and stress and a box of Thin Mints. (Being a Girl Scout has its perks.)

But around 4 AM I get silly.

"Potassium permanganate is just one letter away from an alphabetical sequence...and 'belong' is just two letters away from 'melon'. Far-out."

Also, I've been compiling a list of all the camp songs I know from my 12 years of scouting. I'm over 150 now, but I'm sure there's more.

crying crying crying

You are so amazing, Miss Gummi!

marry me, PLZ?

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