Chickadee

Why, late on Friday night when The Dark is hovering outside my house, did I opt to watch Nightmare on Elm Street? WHEN I LIVE ON ELM STREET?!?!?! My inner teenager needs it's ass kicked.

Hey, Cookie!!... look at that! Nightmare on Elm Street is on...
No, I'm not watching that.
Whyyyy? Are you scaaaaared?
No! I'm not scared. I've just already seen it.
Come ON!!!
No.
But you love horror movies...
Yeah, I know.. but I have it on dvd.
So watch it on dvd!

(This is where I mentally try to outwit *myself*, thinking "okay, if I watch it on tv.. they'll be commercials. commercials break up the movie.. thus.. less of the scarytime)

So, now it's midnight and I'm scared, and also a little freaked out because they really edited the part where Tina bit it and I knew exactly what parts they cut because I've seen it THAT many times. Blood, dragging on the ceiling, scream, cut to Rod screaming profanities, back to Tina on the ceiling, t-shirt rip, mysterious red slashes across her stomach, gurgle-scream-splat.

At least Dawn of the Dead wasn't on. Zombies..

Eep!

So, um, how about that Vin Diesel guy? He's cute, huh?