Boo . . .

I love Halloween, but I hate scary things. I CANNOT sit through a scary movie without the blanket over my head and I most definitely CANNOT deal with haunted houses. They make me want to cry. Yes, I agree with you that it's all fake and what is there to really by afraid of, quit being such a baby! But, you know what? There's that little thing inside my brain that turns off all rational thought when I get scared. I don't care if it's not real. It's still freaking scary!
With that big rape story that happened over the Summer, I can't tell you how many times people have warned me to be careful. Especially since I live South of campus. They've practically beat it into me. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I now have mace on my keychain and I'm rearing to use it, but I have been so on edge lately. I can remember at least 2 distinct times when I've jumped 5 feet in the air and started to run in a serpentine pattern just because a runner came up in my peripheral vision.
Have I made myself found pathetic yet?