It was a One-eyed, One-horned, Flyin' Purple People Eater!

So tonight I was having quite the interesting conversation with my roomie about Braveheart/scary/gory movies and I realized, Wow, I have a really interesting/screwed up history with scary stuff/movies. That would be fun to record! So, here we go!

Well, it all start wayyyyy back when I was a wee lass. Even certain Disney scenes were too much for this princess - like when Ursula turns into a giant mega-Ursula or pretty much all of Pinocchio. Just about all I could take was Bill Cosby's The Chicken Heart. And that's probably pretty impressive considering that I usually had to fast-foward one of the tracks on our Cats tape (I have no idea which one of course, just that it scared the piss outta me) ANNNNND our West Side Story tape. Now that one I remember was the "rumble." And thus the beginning of my life with scary movies.

This would be a good time to flash foward to about 5th grade, when I hung out with a rough crew of gals - welll about as rough as it could get for our town, so it still involved digital pets and Devin Sawa. Well these ladies were not at all scared of anything scary (unlike myself who was piss your pants terrified during most sleep overs from 5th-7th grade), and thus the torture began. It started simple with seemingly innocent films like Now and Then, but these lead to actually attempting seances in our friends backyard/cemetry and her parents jumping out in the middle of it to spook us/nearly give me a heart attack lol. Obviously the next step was to move up to Scream and Scream II, both of which gave me nightmares for weeks no matter how hunky Skeet Ulrich and Matthew Lillard were. We did a little House on Haunted Hill, Urband Legend, I Know What You Did Last Summer, The Craft and mother-freaking Event Horizon. Holy crap. Damn peer pressure! You did me rough!

Nothing will crack me up eternally more though than a certain share experience my sister and I had with some genetically spliced paleolithic clones. That's right, Jurassic Park baby!!! The movie came out in 1993, so that puts me at 8 and my sister at 11 and it was rated PG-13, yet somehow my parents thought it was a good idea to take us????  Now I made it through about an hour or so, but my older sister made it through maybe 10 minutes! Movie fail. It was years until we were able to finally rent it as a family and all sit down together, have a laugh, and make it through - with a couple trips to the hallway to hide of course.

Good Family Fun!

So despite taking me to see JP at 8yo, my parents then proceeded to have quite the interesting stance on mature films. My junior year of highschool, I wanted to watch Saving Private Ryan upon recommendation of our AP US History teacher. Nope. But they would let me watch Schindler's List with them. They knew I had seen Resevoir Dogs but made me leave the room for the last scene in Braveheart when they're quartering Mel Gibson. They don't even show anything!!!!!! Oh parentals.

[I was going to insert a Schindler's List picture here but it was just too awful - apparently not for my parents - but yes for this blog. So use your imagination]

Now what am I like today you might ask? Well, I'm still a wimp, that's for sure. Gore movies - those don't bother me at all. So things like Hostel I could care less about. They don't spook me out or even really gross me out. I think they're kinda silly. Anything with ghosts will have my spooked and looking around corners for a few days guaranteed. And definitely don't set it in the woods or I will run from my car to my house if I'm home. I still have yet to see The Blair Witch Project.  Put people in masks like The Strangers and I can't even watch the previews. Pyschological stuff though, like Saw, that's totally doable since that tickles me brains. Guess as long as it isn't Mel Gibson not being cut up, I'll be set. Thanks Mom + Dad.