Today, as it is my last day in Godfrey, my sisters, mom, and I created a course of action: go to Shanghai House (they make the best eggrolls in the country), go to Eastgate Cinema and watch "Terminator: Salvation," then go to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for tacos.
It all started smoothly, but ended disastrously. Somewhere between the egg rolls and Shop N Save, I lost my cool. It must have been the movie.
Admittedly, I've had trouble with action/horror movies since I was a child. I remember being petrified when I walked through a room and saw a woman's arm being devoured by a shark in the movie JAWS. My mom also likes to tell the story of how, when I was in third grade, I leapt over the sofa while watching JURASSIC PARK. I scattered the popcorn kernels all over the floor in the process.
But that was over thirteen years ago. You'd think that I would have grown into my imagination by now. Apparently not, though.
The entire time I was watching the film, I kept grabbing my knees and looking down. Once or twice I nearly jumped out of my chair, and I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest.
My little sister, on the other hand, acted as if we were going on a walk in the park. During the scene Blair and Marcus are trying to escape from the humans, my sister tried to carry on a conversation with me. "So, I think she is supposed to be my age," she said in my ear.
I was sweating, and I braced my hands against the arms of my chair. "What? Huh? AH! Watch out!" I said frantically, ducking in my chair as if I were going to be shot.
It was not a pretty sight. After the movie was over, I was even jumpier. We went into Shop N Save, and all I could think about was where I would hide if the store was blown up. My sisters teased me and tried to scare me from behind a couple of times.
I ended up feeling rather childish and wishing that we had seen a chick flick instead of an action movie on my last day at home. It was a great day overall, but I felt as if I was going to drop-kick anyone who came too close to me.
That sensation has faded away now, but I am still astounded at how I can still be caught off-guard by action movies, even after all these years.
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2 comments:
"I felt as if I was going to drop-kick anyone who came too close to me."
A subtle nod to your former post or the subconscious influence of your chick-lit book? Either way, I chuckled.
Or your natural instinct has always been to drop-kick people, and this is all coincidence?
Enough of that. Pumped for the SC!?
I'm practicing on my chick lit skills, actually... Alvin suggested that my first male character be named "Guero." You have any tips for a girl's name?
:)
But I honestly did feel as if I was going to punch someone if he or she came too close...and I'm semi-pumped for the SC. Hope it's a good summer.
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