I’m not much on the paranormal, although I have had some kooky instances lately where I wake up to find dead people standing over my bed. That’s normal, right?
Anyway, instead of the typical Orlando theme park Halloween excursion, we opted for St. Augustine. Apparently, this is the oldest city in the country & is also the third most haunted, just behind Savannah & New Orleans. We probably covered that in school at some point, but you know how that goes.
After checking out a local haunted house (“Warehouse 31” and it was spectacular!) we joined a walking ghost tour. I’m the first girl to fall asleep at the sight of the history channel and the last one to begin a conversation on such topics. However, I was strangely intrigued by each and every thing I saw and heard. St. Augustine is home to the oldest school house (haunted by the old school teacher), this amazing fort, a cemetery & one historic site after another, including the Fountain of Youth. The water tastes and smells like pure sulfur, by the way. Oh, the sweet taste of youth.
The fort -- Castillo de San Marcos -- was by far, the most captivating. One of the outside walls doubled as the location for the firing squad to handle business and is known for its paranormal activity.
Each month, local police receive calls about a young girl, red hair, white dress, waving, and standing along… at 2 a.m. Of coarse, the locals know that the girl has long since passed, and is believed to be on “a loop.” Standing beneath these city gates, we captured several orbs on our cameras. Apparently, the spirits, energy, or whatever is it tends to fancy me a bit, because it seemed that everywhere I went, there were these white spots of light around me. Not visible to the naked eye, but bright as day on the camera. Check out the pics and judge for yourself.
This is outside the cemetery walls. Just on the other side, is the cemetery where the rich were laid to rest after losing the battle with Yellow Fever. The average person was buried where I stood -- in shallow, mass graves. The epidemic was so devastating that it killed 10 people per minute in the small town of St. Augustine. Problem was, a lot of folks were just in a coma and awoke after being buried. After that discovery, they begin tying a rope to the wrist of the "deceased" attached to a bell on the outside of the grave. The person working the "graveyard shift" was there to dig up the coffins and set free any bell ringers inside.
Two possible things in this pic... the red light (although, there is a camera near it) and a faint orb near the top of the photo.
Untouched photos in front of the city gates. This is where the little girl is often spotted. We were told that the white spots are orbs.
Seriously, Kanye? I understand that you’re all hardcore and whatnot, but making Taylor Swift cry?! Not that I’m the world’s biggest Taylor Swift fan, but all you did was embarrass yourself and show just how low-class you really are.
On the other hand… I wouldn’t be completely surprised if this was some kind of publicity stunt. Think about it… Taylor has sold more albums than any artist this year, she’s gone gold or platinum in 14 countries – she knows what she’s doing. And the fact that she’s worked with T-Pain and Boys Like Girls just shows that she’s not afraid to branch out. I could be wrong, but I’m guessing that sooner than later we’ll see that Kanye and Taylor not only made up, but became friends and are working on a project together. I’d buy that album.
Is Black the New Pink?
I’m not quite sure what it is. Maybe it’s just the time of year -- Halloween right around the corner – or perhaps it’s the influx of dark-themed entertainment that seems to be slowly surrounding us. Whatever the reason, I’m finding that my taste in music, apparel and even the ways I choose to spend my free time, has taken a slight but sudden turn towards, well… darkness.
That’s not to say that I’m transforming into some evil princess of darkness, but I can say for the first time in my life, I’ve averted my gaze from earth tones over to the black nail polish. I know, hellraiser, right?
The first time I saw the intro for “True Blood,” I found it to be extremely disturbing. Now, I look forward to it. I thought I would have zero interest in “Twilight,” and now, I’m anxiously awaiting the sequel. I’ve actually started seeking out more of the same, as good or as bad as that may be. So maybe before trading in my Ford on a Hearst, I’ll just take baby steps and let them lead me to Halloween. After all, anything goes on Candy Day, right?
not so deep...
DVR has ruined my life. Well, maybe not ruined, but it certainly has had a pretty serious effect on it. I’ve never been a patient gal, but these days, I find myself completely patient-less & I’m placing the blame on technology, namely my DVR.
We all know how amazing it is not to have to sit through dumb commercials – to get to whiz right through to the good parts of movies and TV shows. But have you ever been having a conversation with someone & start getting that antsy, “I’ve got to get away from you right this second” feeling? I’ve recently begun hating phone conversations that drag on, thinking, “Get to the point, so I can get on with my day & get to the good part.”
I’ve even hung up a time or two during a long, drawn out blundering of blah, blah, blah and blamed it on a bad signal. Not nice, but it’s getting to the point that I don’t even feel guilty about it anymore. Guess it starts the way all bad habits begin.
With all the technology and everything you could possibly need right at your fingertips, the second your phone or computer doesn’t work as it should, you feel like chucking it. Dial up internet is a distant memory and the thought of it seems ridiculous at this point. You drive faster, talk faster, move faster, in an attempt to get it all done in time. And sadly, the more you accomplish, the more you have to do. That ever-lasting feeling of falling behind on everything.
So in an attempt to lower my blood pressure & save some friendships, maybe I’ll get back to my mellow self by laying off all the things making me feel like I need to be on top speed at all times. I’ll kiss all my favorite things goodbye (the DRV, smart phone & wifi) for a month. Or a week. Ok, starting tomorrow. Unless, of coarse, I don’t have the time.
I'll Never Be the Same Again...
...as good or bad as that may be. Saturday night, I headed into the movie theater for a couple of hours of mind-numbing entertainment. My movie of choice was Halloween 2. Mom always said I didn't make good choices, and this time, she was right.
To prevent you from wasting your $10, I've compiled a list of things you should know before buying your tub of popcorn:
1. Crazy people in movies can't be killed. So applying this to real life, go insane and live forever.
2. Don't be surprised to see toddlers in the theater. I wish this was me trying to be funny, but I was seated next to a three-year-old little girl and there were at least six other children under ten accompanied by "adults."
3. Be prepared to have crazy, disturbing, psychotic images stuck in your head for days.
4. If you have great distaste for blood up on the big screen, or hate seeing a man's face bashed in by a work boot, maybe avoid this flick.
5. If you happen to be the owner a white horse, you might not love it anymore after watching this movie.
Consider yourself warned. :)
Melissa's Drama...
Seriously… this is my life?!
Ok… so I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the toughest, most hardcore chick in town, but over the weekend I experienced the epitome of my weakness.
And now, ego aside, I will share with you what I have recently come to terms with as a mental disability of sorts. Good thing I’m pretty. Kind of. Ok, from certain angles and with proper lighting.
Out of town for a family wedding, thirty of us gathered the night before at a trendy Italian restaurant for dinner. Ok, it was the Olive Garden, and there were just four of us, but you get the idea -- still no place for what I’m about to share with you.
Before you read on, keep in mind that I have a history of passing out: too hot, too sick, too much detail and I’m gone.
A few months back, two family members were involved in a terrible traffic accident. They both survived, but had several surgeries and are smack dab in the middle of painful physical therapy.
Seated in the bar area while waiting for our table, Mr. X (I am protecting his identity for the sake of his good arm) proceeds to tell me all about the pain and agony he’s experiencing as a result of the crash. I, for some reason, have a great deal of sympathy for other peoples’ pain. I hear someone cry out in pain, or even wince after a painful incident, and I pass out. Ordinarily, I have some sort of warning -- dizziness, my hearing and vision to go -- this time, however, nothing. I remember thinking, “Wow, that sounds terrible, I hate that he’s in so much pain. Wow, I’m dizz…” and that was it. The last things I heard him mutter was, “Hey, wanna feel the plate in my arm?”
I come to several minutes later surrounded by what appeared to be everyone in the place and heard talks of 911, a doctor, ambulance, and somebody was really adamant about getting me out of the chair that I was propped up on and onto the floor.
As a result, I missed out on dinner that night, have a bruised right temple, very low self esteem and a fear of other peoples’ pain knocking me out. Being a caring, compassionate gal isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At least I’ll save a lot of money on med school.
Not-So Deep Thoughts, by Melissa 8-20-09
So here are a few things that I have been on my mind as of late:
I think the world would be a better place if everyone would just stop & smell the antidepressants.
My favorite entertainment story from this week: McSteamy gets pervy with wife (Noxzema girl with all the curls) and some former beauty queen skank. Awesome.
Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, that reason is that you're an idiot.
Despite an attempted recruitment by a stranger for me to be a Roller Derby Girl, I have decided (after at least 7.5 seconds of deep thought) that I do not have what it takes to handle an elbow to the face.
Sometimes you have to do things that you don't want to do. And sometimes, you can get out of it by crying like a child & drinking away the pain.
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