April Fool

Lately I have started to wonder if anyone says what they really mean. I suppose I could brood about it in the dark but that's just not my way. It just seems a shame that we walk around so many times without telling people how we feel or what we think just because we're afraid of their response. I'm guilty of it myself, so I suppose I can't complain too much. I wish I could say what I needed to say, to the people who I needed to say it to, but I find I'm too afraid. Is what I have to say so bad, or is it just that I'm afraid they don't want to hear it?

Why is it so hard to say I love you? Always did, always have, always will. And when it's said, you can't take it back. You can't say you didn't mean it. You're just standing out there naked for the world to see. I wish I was brave, but I've been brave too many times and I don't think I have it in me to open the door in a quivery voice, ask if someone is there. Cause what if they aren't? And what if they ARE?

I digress, I'm not making sense. But it's my blog, so there. I don't have to make sense, except to me.

In less crazy ramblings:

Why isn't Bucky gone off American Idol? Utter rubbish, if you ask me. And next week is country week. What the hell?

I went to see Slither, and can do nothing but recommend it to other people. It was gross, it made me scream out loud AND laugh out loud. Did I mention that Nathan Fillion is adorable? And there are women in the movie that kick ass instead of just screaming and falling down? Awesome, I loved it.

I don't normally go see horror movies anymore cause DAMN, what the FUCK? I don't need to see anymore cannibal torture/rape scenes. Wolf Creek was enough for me. Slither makes me happy that there are still people around making movies who love horror and have fun with it.

AND?! Silent Hill looks like it has enough creep factor to make me lay in bed after I see it and think "What the fuck was that noise? It was the cat. D'oh! I don't have cats!"

YAY!

Seacrest out!