Saturday, July 02, 2011

What makes me a fuddy-duddy part 2: movies

As I said before, there are a few things about me that makes my sisters call me an old lady. I've decided to delve into these topics. 

Movies:

hate horror movies. I also hate gory movies. 

Gory horror movies are the worst. 

I find absolutely no pleasure in watching mass murders/people running from torture. 

I don't mind suspenseful thrillers, just not those movies that give the viewer nightmares or makes their stomachs feel flip-floppy. 

Because, oh boy, I have a imagination that likes to run all over. 
I'm audio-visual, you see, so whatever I see or hear is going to stick with me for a long time. 

I'm pretty sure I could write a plot for a horror movie in about five minutes. 
So here we go: 

Plot 1: Misunderstood freak who frequently alienates himself from peers finally turns on his supposed torturous classmates. 
He goes haywire seeking revenge. 
It gets gory and disgusting. 
He picks people off one by one until the viewers are just waiting to see who is going to get whacked next. The viewers will eventually become bored. Everyone eventually dies. The end. 


Plot 2: Location: Old abandoned mineshaft. 
Indian folklore warns people not to mess with mine because the previous diggers found something and strangely died. 
A large group of stupid explorers ignore warnings. They go and poke around said mine. 
They awaken the mysterious beast. 
They are then trapped underground. 
One by one, most of them die. They die in a suspenseful manner. 
It takes a conjoined effort between two long-standing enemies, but the evil is finally quelled (after more massacre) and relative peace is restored. 
The two enemies (now best friends) are the only survivors that escape the mine. The evil thing follows them and destroys the town. Everyone turns into zombies. The end.

See how simple it is? I hate hate hate movies like that. 
And people don't understand why I say no to such things. 

Can someone please tell me why horror movies are so popular? 

It's just watching scared people die at the hands of an evil thing. 

I mean, really. 

I'm going to stop thinking about that stuff now. 
Did you know that I love office supplies? I don't really understand why, but I do. I bought a mongo pack of post-it notes on clearance. Girls have this thing about sales, more so than guys. 
If it says "sale!" I'll check it out. I find so many good deals. 

ALTHOUGH a few stores will say "SALE!" and the markdown is only a few cents. (Yes, Target, I am looking at you.) 

La-a-me.
  
I'm pretty stoked about these post-it notes though, because now, well, the possibilites are endless! (so far as note-taking goes) 

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