I always feel kind of awkward going outside during this time of the year because as soon as temperatures drop a little everyone here is in like full winter gear already and I get stared at like I’m an alien for still being in shorts and a tank top.
so remember when I said I sort of though my room was haunted, well my room is right next to my parents’ and there’s a door between them that we usually always keep closed
and both my parents from their room and I from mine just very clearly heard knocking on the door. my mom and I called out ‘yes?’ at the same time because she thought it was me and I thought it was her or dad. and there’s nothing that could have fallen against the door or anything like that.
…so yeah, I’m probably sleeping with the lights on at the age of 24 tonight
Noting some common elements in my dreams. This post doesn’t really have a purpose other than being for my own reference.
if time travel is ever invented I swear I’ll use it so when I’m 90 years old I can go back to every single time someone told me “you’ll change your mind about wanting to get married/wanting children” and hit them in the face with my cane screaming “NOPE”
accomplishment of the day: fell into a huge tangle of blackberry bushes while trying to steal said blackberries
did you know blackberries have a fuckton of thorns
(it also means that if you ever say something embarrassing in my presence I’m probably never going to forget about it. I’m so sorry.)
having a really good memory can get awkward because I always already know a lot of small details about people that they don’t remember ever telling me about and I have to be careful not to let it slip because then they’d want to know how I knew it and “you mentioned it once in a post I read on your blog in 2004” would probably sound kind of creepy
why do I keep thinking that reading creepypasta at night is a good idea
something strange that happened today: this morning I woke up thinking that there was going to be an earthquake, I don’t know if it was because of something I dreamed or what, but earthquakes are fortunately really not a common thing in the area I live in (I remember a total of four small ones during my entire existence, worst thing one of them did was making stuffed animals fall from my shelf) so I don’t usually wake up thinking about them.
and well, there actually was a small earthquake this afternoon.
I don’t even really believe in ghosts, but I sort of half-heartedly think that my room is haunted.
my gynecologist is apparently extremely dedicated to the cause of me getting a boyfriend
last night apparently my neighbors decided to celebrate the 4th of july and I was so not expecting to hear fireworks (we’re in europe) that for a second I thought there was a shooting going on outside