Ghosts, gouls, and gimmicks. That's pretty much Unsolved Mysteries right there. Not that I'm actually watching Unsolved Mysteries. I am watching a show on the Discovery Channell about ghosts, though. It's silly. The eerie music and wind-through-the-trees sounds make me think of a bad horror movie.

Much like one I'm going to start making tonight! Weeeee! Notice the smooth transition between subjects. That right there is what we call literary genius.

Except, not really.

Anyway, plans are underway for a new movie. (If you'd like to see the old ones, do a YouTube search for the user amyandamanda09. "Repose" and "Coffee" are my favorites. Also "Torn Over Pie" is a good short film if you need a laugh.) It's called "Tilly, I'm Coming Up the Stairs." The whole thing is a suspence movie: stair by stair, Grant is calling out to me, "Tilly-" that's my character's name "- I'm coming up the stairs. I'm on the first step, Tilly. I'm on the second step. Tilly, I'm coming up the third step..." and so on and so forth. He finally reaches my bedroom and says "Tilly, I'm IN YOUR ROOM!" So I freak out and turn on the light, and it's just Grant standing up there. So I'm like "Grant, what are you doing here?" And he just looks at me, so I get irritated, and kick him out of my room, and that's the end. It's wonderfully anticlimactic.

I thought the ending should go like this: a GIANT PURPLE ELEPHANT is in my room! Ah! So I turn in to a mouse and scare it off. And it's all in CLAYMATION!!! Woah! Woah! Woah! Trippy.

But my wonderful friends who actually film and edit this stuff thought that that was dumb. So, we're back to the funny anticlimactic ending. Such is my life. :)

Notice, world, that I never once mentioned Jon or my sad teenage love life in this post. Until now, that is. Dang. Things have smoothed out. We had a wonderfully cheesy moment last night. I was a little more than half-asleep in his arms, and he was murmuring about how he loved me, blah-de-blah. Despite the fact that I was drifting in and out of it, it was really nice. I feel safe with him, it's just... right. God, he's such a romantic freak. I'll never admit that it makes me really, really happy. What a freak.

Two more days 'til my DePaul visit! Weeeeee! I need to gather maps and driving directions to get where we need to go. Chinatown! Not gonna lie, I want to go shopping in CT as much as I want to do the DePaul tour. Ah, big cities. What don't they have? I hope Chicago has a Little Italy... I need canoles. Mmmmm.

Well, world, I'm off to travel random Chicago travel websites, trying to find maps and fun things to do. I should see if they still have tickets for "Between Barack and a Hard Place," a really funny looking political comedy. My mom's not much into politics, so I don't know if we'll go, since it's just her and I on the trip. Either way, I'm good to go.

Das Ende!