Quarantine and Tattoos. Not necessarily in that order.

Today was unremarkable, unimportant, and in all other senses completely insignificant, but it's at times like these that I find myself most wanting to blog. When I say times like these I mean at one am after my computer has decided that I've watched enough Family Guy to accurately dream up my own episodes.

I guess today sort of became a figurative snowball. A few small little things bunched into one that made it minorly interesting.

Most important point of reference.

Samuel Tooley's recent aquisition of a tattoo.

Now, when your boyfriend texts you and goes "So I'm being stupid and irrational", and this boyfriend is Sam, your brain instantly goes into overdrive trying to absorb the vast quantities of idiotic things he could have decided to do.

I was immediately drawn to the memory of him saying he wanted to buy a Mac on a payment plan...but really I couldn't come up with anything too extraordinary.

This proceeded to confuse me, because I should not have been in the least bit suprised when he went on to announce that he was currently in the process of finalizing getting his nautical stars along his left side.

I still can't really figure out exactly WHY I sort of freaked out inside.

I don't know, maybe I thought it was a stupid idea, and I sort of wanted to be there, the process of tattooing interests me, but the damn people don't even let kids under 18 WATCH...stupid lame personages.

ANYWHO.

It turned out quite sexy. I do belive I shall upload a picture.

I'm really shocked that I like it, to be honest. I didn't figure myself for a tattoo-liking type person.

Sidenote: I am now, of course, seriously considering getting a tattoo myself. I'll be sure to let you know how that goes. I had myself almost totally convinced to not get one, now I'm right back where I started lol. I blame the sexy boy.

Second minorly interesting part of my day was Megan calling me and saying that she and Jerremy had pretty much broken up over something stupid and immature..unfortunately I can't give details on her private life, I made that mistake once and don't intend to do it again.

Now, I have to do this part of my blog because I told Cameron I would.

I would like to mention the movie Quarantine.

I hope I don't totally scare myself into not being able to sleep for the remainder of tonight by talking about that worthless, pointless movie.

So, quick summary.

A disease that is akin to rabies infects the residents of an apartment building. Said building is quarantined, and everyone is told that said residents were evacuated when in all actuality they are still in the building slowly being turned into zombies or otherwise killed and eaten by them.

The movie is shot from the perspective of a camera man, who, with his reporter colleague, went to the building to shadow some firefighters at work for a television segment.

I am pretty damn sure it's safe to say that movie was THE most disturbing scary movie I have so far made it through. I don't count Repo because it was disgusting and I barely made it through twenty minutes, and I don't count Saw 5 because I left at the end after a guy started getting crushed between a couple of walls.

Of course, as is typical with most movies in the zombie infestation genre, everyone dies. Sorry to spoil the ending, cuz it's not worth the paranoia and terror you have to endure getting there.

No joke, I was at the apartment like looking down the halls thinking something was going to come eat me. I deadbolted the front door and wouldn't let go of Sam for the majority of the movie. When I say majority it's because he started jumping so bad that at one point he had involontarily hopped about halfway down the hallway swearing profusely. I count myself lucky that I wasn't looking at the screen to see what scared him so bad, because I have NEVER seen him jump like that before.

Cameron, who seems to be one of those few who are utterly desensitized toward frightning, gory and disgusting movies of this sort, was either annoyed by our inability to sit still and watch, or utterly amused at how scared we were.
I felt bad for him, because once the old woman took a chunk out of the policeman's neck and ran away screaming and slavering only to be shot three times, me and Sam quit the couch and proceeded to pace the main living room and kitchen, eating food, swearing, and fighting over who could hide behind who most of the time. I won that one.

I didn't think it was safe for me to remain on Sam's lap anyway, my earlier description of how crazy jumpy he gets isn't an exaggeration. It's like a seizure. He flails like a scared bunny. No joke. So here I apologize to Cam for being restless and unable to sit relatively still through two hours of terror.

I think once the third or fourth zombie came into being I started spending most of my time behind Sam, pinned up against a wall with my face buried in his back, staring down the hallway, repeating that helpful mantra of "It's just a movie..it's just a movie.."

I'm pretty sure I got up to make Top Ramen at least eighteen times before I actually did it.. movies like that have such a morbid curiosity pull...

I mean, most zombie movies don't go to the trouble of explaining exactly how the infestation began, usually it's just "Rawr! I want to eat your brains!" *Moangrumblemoan* Everyone's dead.

This movie gives you a brief backround near the end, and a small medical understanding around the middle. Like I said, it's some bizzare accelerated form of human rabies. It starts with an infected dog belonging to a family of three containing a little girl. I'm not sure how it gets to the reclusive old woman on the top floor, but I'm led to presume it was through the rats...

Speaking of little girl, I think that was the scariest part of the movie.

She is sick in the beginning, and is interviewed by the two mainish characters, Mr. Hidden 90% of the movie Cameraman and little Miss. Aspiring Camerawoman.

She gets the sickness due to exposure to the dog, and by the time it manifests itself, half the people are zombiefied. She is in her mothers arms, and suddenly starts trying to rip her throat out.

When Sam later decided to playfully reinact that moment on me, I totally freaked and punched him. He should probably be grateful he didn't have his tattoo just last night, or I might have actually hurt him.

Nessa+zombies=HELLZFUCKINGNO.

I got scared of Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, Jurassic Park (The part in the beginning when the black guy gets ripped to shreds by the velociraptor in the cage), and Beauty and the Beast Christmas version. (There was an evil organ, it gave me nightmares....that was the most malicious musical instrument...stuff like that shouldn't be in little kid movies.)

Anyway, now that we have ascertained that Nessa is a total chicken...

You people just don't understand how psychologically BAD it is for me to watch those movies.

After Quarantine, I was home alone all day, and spent most of it looking over my shoulder, looking behind me as I walked up stairs, avoiding the basement, and sitting in a corner of my room with my laptop eyeing the door.

Uuber not happy. My psyche is going to be pretty fucked for the next week. I was almost cured, but then I had to post this damn blog and I am right back to that state of sick paranoia I was in last night.

Course my image search for the move cover didn't help. Wouldn't you know it right up with a zombie face. Joy. Can you say hoofuckingray for nightmares.

This just in: Jorden had to turn off the movie, he was brave enough to attempt watching it tonight, and he couldn't make it through. Although if no one was up I can understand exactly why he turned it off.

It was me, Sam and Cam with the kitchen light on, and I was still freaking out.

Alone at night in a dark apartment with no one to hide behind...I wouldn't have even considered turning it on.

Hollywood horror strikes again.

Goodnight my loves.

Sweet, sweet screams.

-Nessa-

Words for the Bettering of Mankind

Personal Quote for the Day:
"The decisions we make in life, will echo in eternity." - - Maximus; Gladiator


I do hope that I will be able to get this online, since my computer no longer habitually resides at Sam's apartment, seeing as he has finally aquired one of his own, and quite the ninja one at that.

So, remember maybe a month or so ago, I'm not entirely sure, when I first started my blog? It began on Myspace, sparked by Mike blogging almost every single day, be it about something important or not. I started writing one or two a week, always long, and always about a specific subject, or subjects. I found the words coming easy to my fingers, and quickly discovered this was something I very much enjoyed spending my time doing.
I then decided, after a little while, that I didn't want all of my thoughts and secrets out for the public of myspace to see. After my second or third post I realized that I would be posting potentially compromising secrets online, or personal things that I would prefer not to be read by people who qualified as 'just Myspace friends.'
I'm sure we all know the type of people I'm talking about.
You met them once, hung out, laugh together, see one another on occasion but never became remarkably close? There you go, I'm sure you can come up with a few.
So I, after a further tip off from Mike, who's mother has a blog that I now follow for my own amusement, I got myself a little piece of cyberspace under Blogspot.com. There I have been fractionally more faithful about posting, although I've only done ten blogs or so.
I've found it to be very theraputic, especially when I am in a very deep mood, be it happy, angry, or simply contemplative. I can get my feelings out, and I am writing at the same time, which is something I have inexplicably loved since I was very, very young. Perfect combination for me.

So I got on, started blogging, and told Alyse and Jorden what I was up to, because both had picked up on my Myspace blogs already.
The two of them both had Blogspot accounts, Alyse's was inactive and Jorden simply hadn't posted in forever, which constitutues down to practically the same thing. Alyse began posting on occasion, and then Jorden, who had been having some problems, picked up writing as well very soon after.
This developed into our own triangle where we would write more for eachother, I think, than anyone else, post our feeling to our friends. I liked it, and it also helped me explain things better; if I didn't want to talk about the problems I was having, I could always write it down and know they would go read it. Then we could discuss it later once I was in a stable frame of mind.
Then, outside our blogging world, Cameron, a longtime friend of Sam, Deena, and Jorden, came to live temporarily at the apartment. Unbeknownst to me, he was the Cameron that Sam had talked about, the one who had deserted the Marines because of his exceptional romantic draw towards Deena, among other things.
This was the first time that he had been home in two years, after getting an honorable discharge from the Marines and returning to, as he puts it so cannily, 'civilian life'. He joined us, and I liked him straight off; he's witty and amusing, easy to talk to, and fun to banter with.
I was happy to hear he was sticking around with some degree of permanence after getting to know him; although it's just until he gets his feet under himself and can go back to living life on his own.
Quite suddenly I had a new friend.
Which is where the creature that is the urge to blog struck again.
Cameron is addicted to cigarettes. One night, probably only a few days ago, he was having particularly bad cravings, seeing as he is trying to quit smoking. After becoming friends with him I think I'm safe to say that I am very proud of him for trying.
Jorden, on what I consider to be a rather genius whim, told him to go blog his feelings. And so Cameron became another one of the blog groupies, labelling his blog something to the extent of The War On Nicotine. Quite appropriate.

Two days after Valentines, I decided to post a few story-style journal entries I wrote in the first few weeks of dating Sam. It came in two parts, the start being our first date, kiss, all that, and the second being when he first said he loved me.
Alyse, after reading what was probably, and mostly likely will stay as, my longest blog ever posted, made her comment about my potentially going into journalism. She said that was almost better than a Nicholas Sparks romance novel, which I laughed off (that man is romantically gifted), but nonetheless, it was quite the compliment to be given.
Sam was around when I was telling Jorden everything Alyse was texting me about my blog, and much, much later that night, Jorden finally got around to reading it as well.
During a moment when Jorden was away from the computer, Sam went to mess around with some things and started reading somewhere in the middle of my blog. I couldn't tell at the time, as I was dragging him away from the computer screen to go to bed, if he was interested in my writing or not. He had been around me, Jorden, and Alyse when we discussed our own blogs and seen me signing on and off, writing occasionally, but I really never thought he was too curious.
Then, tonight. Well, yesterday. Okay fine, then, the seventeenth of February.
Sam announces randomly that he made himself an account on Blogspot.
We officially have the whole apartment minus Deena writing now.
I get the feeling Sam got his account more so he could read the rest of ours, which is alright, because, who knows, after reading he may want to begin his own. His blog name very clearly states the fact that he doesn't know why he's even on Blogspot, it's his blog that he really doesn't know what to do with or what to put on it.
But like I said, I'll just wait and see what happens.

Sidenote: I love how so far, I have heard from two people in my blog square (now a pentagon) that they 'don't think they are good at blogging'. Both Sam and Cameron voiced this similarity in opinion. I find it amusing, because there isn't a specific way to be good at blogging, really. Jorden has complimented me by saying that he always gets sucked into reading my own writing, just how I phrase things I suppose, and Alyse has suggested getting myself into some journalism classes when I go to college. ( I had originally said 'if/when' I go to college, but then decided that I really just don't like that 'if' word half as much as I used to.)
But really, what people need to understand is, when you write, whatever your reason, just write. You don't have to be good at it. If your doing it to get your emotions and thoughts out in front of you, to help you, to destress, then it's good writing. It's theraputic.
So you don't have to be 'good', because there is no good. There is simply you, and the paper/keyboard, and the words inside your head wanting to become present in front of you.

I reviewed all this to prove some sort of a point, although it could seem like I haven't made one at all.
It's more just me observing the influence of friends, the good effects of writing, the subliminal signals inside our words and emotions.
Dominoes effect. One begins, others start, the idea spreads, expands, become something newer, better. It also develops trust, I think, at least in my own little pentagon of blogging buddies.

Now I want to quickly write down my Horoscope for today, in closing, since I have been suddenly very motivated into finally getting into gear as far as wanting to move out, grow up (as hard as that is and as badly as I don't want to do it), really just stop fucking around with my life.


Horoscope for February 17th.
--Whether you want ot move forward in a job, a relationship or a personal goal, you won't go anywhere without formulating a plan first - and today is a great day to do it. You're in a great phase of clarity, and you are ready to do what it takes to make big leaps forward. So think big, and accept the fact that there may be a certain level of of risk involved. It won't be as bad as you fear, and it's sure to be much better than you hoped. This could be the start of a very busy and exciting time.--
I found this remotely profound.

Another thing. I have to get my wisdom teeth out, and this coming Monday I have to get evil doctors exams and shots. Sad yes? My mouth simply won't stop hurting due to my worthless wisdom teeth...couldn't God have seen fit to give me a slightly more roomy mouth so I could just save myself the trouble and pain of getting this done?
Ah well, let's hear it for life experiences. As if I haven't already had enough of them.
Ugh, I'm going to have needles..in my mouth. *Suppressing the urge to be sick*

Until next time, my duckies, to quote my dearest Alyse: Peace, love, and happy drinking.
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