someone forgot some fruit crates in the backyard of the restaurant behind our house and they’re closed for the weekend so they’d probably be thrown away after being left outside in the rain for two days, so my dad climbed the wall between our yards, stole them, and jumped back down screaming “I’M SPIDERMAN”
I was outside to run some errands this morning and it started raining really hard and REALLY suddenly, and then it started hailing, and I hid inside a shop and the door wouldn’t stay closed because of the wind and all the vases outside were getting knocked over. and the shop lady joked that it was a tornado—joked because tornadoes don’t generally happen here…
well, no, turns out it was an actual tornado and all around here trees fell and some buildings got their roofs ripped off and crops were literally destroyed and some cars were crushed by falling trees and silos, and shit got flooded and quite a few people were hurt. what happened.
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.