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GAAAAAHHH SPIDERS SPIDERS FREAKING SPIDERS.

Well, okay, it was only one spider BUT STILL.

I guess I had wanted to take a shower or something because I was in a bathroom wrapped in a towel (didn't recognize the bathroom-certainly not one here) and there was this gigantic black hairy spider on the floor and it started chasing me! I tried to corral or trick it into going into the bathtub, so I could use the showerhead to spray it down the drain (which had no grid-thingy over it), but it wouldn't go so I ran my ass off shrieking like a little girl, as you do, and the freaking thing followed me and chased me all over the place and I was screaming for my boyfriend to come kill it, but I couldn't find him and he never came to squish it even though I could hear him laughing his head off at me sounding like a banshee.  The spider eventually cornered me on a chair and started climbing up the chair leg very slowly-only for the house warkitty, Dude, to pop out of nowhere and devour it. While wearing a monocle, which suited him alarmingly well.


.....yeeeeah I don't know why I sleep at all anymore. Also, spiders are creepy. I used to not be afraid of them-when I was little I loved tarantulas-and as long as they're contained I'll admire their interesting colors or bits of fuzzy or whatever they have, but if they're loose in the house and/or worse, coming after me, depending on it's size/how ugly it is/what hormonal state I'm in, I will either proceed to scream and throw things at it and demand it's death, go barbarian rage on it's ass and smash it with whatever is handy, inform the boyfriend and possibly shriek and flail (one got on my shoulder once while we were cleaning out his room and I freaked) or try to relocate it outside. I know spiders are necessary, and I don't begrudge them life-but if they start coming after me they need to die. End of statement.

....I'm such a girl.

The Good Bargain

This bit is called "The Good Bargain", and features a hero who proves that sometimes you don't need to have two brain cells to rub together, as long as you have dumb luck. Emphasis on the dumb.

There was once a peasant who had driven his cow to the fair, and sold
her for seven talers. 

No, I don't know what a taler is either.  

 On the way home he had to pass a pond, and already from afar he heard the frogs

 crying, aik, aik, aik, aik. Well, said he to himself, they are talking without 

rhyme or reason, it is seven that I have received, not eight.

Dude, I'm pretty sure they're not talking to you, so don't take it personally. 

 When he got to the water, he cried to them, stupid animals that you are. 

Don't you know better than that.  It is seven talers and not eight.  The frogs,
however, stuck to their aik aik, aik, aik.  Come, then, if you won't
believe it, I can count it out to you.  And he took his money out of
his pocket and counted out the seven talers, always reckoning four
and twenty groschen to a taler. 

.....Really, dude, they're just frogs. Also, what the heck is a groschen? 

 The frogs, however, paid no attention to his reckoning, but still cried, 

aik, aik, aik, aik. 

 What, cried the peasant, quite angry, if you know better than I,
count it yourselves, and threw all the money at them into the water.

Clearly this guy has no security in himself if he's so quick to let another's judgement set him off like that-particularly when 

said other is a bunch of frogs.

 He stood still and wanted to wait until they were through and had
returned to him what was his, but the frogs maintained their opinion
and cried continually, aik, aik, aik, aik.  And besides that, did not
throw the money out again.  He still waited a long while until
evening came on and he was forced to go home. Then he abused the
frogs and cried, you water-splashers, you thick-heads, you
goggle-eyes, you have great mouths and can screech till you hurt
one's ears, but you cannot count seven talers.  Do you think I'm
going to stand here till you get through.  And with that he went
away, but the frogs still cried, aik, aik, aik, aik, after him till
he went home sorely vexed. 

Well I'd be peeved too, but at myself, not the frogs. Ever notice how in a faerie tale if the girl is stupid, it's remarked upon

a lot and she is called stupid and made fun of for it, but when it's a guy he's usually not only the hero, but

rewarded for being so thick?  

After a while he bought another cow, which he slaughtered, and he made the 

calculation that if he sold the meat well he might gain as much as the two 

cows were worth, and have the hide into the bargain.  When therefore he got to the

town with the meat, a great pack of dogs were gathered together in front of the
gate, with a large greyhound at the head of them, which jumped at the
meat, sniffed at it, and barked, wow, wow, wow.  As there was no
stopping him, the peasant said to him, yes, yes, I know quite well
that you are saying wow, wow, wow, because you want some of the meat,
but I should be in a fine state if I were to give it to you. 

Exactly! You already screwed yourself over once with frogs, don't let the barking

of some dogs that your warped little mind is translating into admiration and 

words trick you into making that mistake again! 

 The dog, however, answered nothing but wow, wow.  Will you promise not to
devour it all then, and will you go bail for your companions.  Wow,
wow, wow, said the dog.  Well, if you insist on it, I will leave it
for you, I know you well, and know whom you serve, but this I tell
you, I must have my money in three days or else it will go ill with
you, you can just bring it out to me.

There are many faerie tales that feature talking animals. THIS IS NOT ONE OF THEM.

Dude, for cryin' out loud, it's a dog that's barking at meat. You do not trust animals

with food! You can't ever, ever, EVER leave even well-trained dogs with that

kind of temptation. Also, it's just barking! Stop translating animal noises into

words of your own deciding! You're screwing yourself over! Take the meds already, you're

way past due with them! 

 Thereupon he unloaded the meat and turned back again.  The dogs fell upon it and

 loudly barked, wow, wow. The countryman, who heard them from afar, said to 

himself, hark,now they all want some, but the big one is responsible to me for it.
When three days had passed, the countryman thought, to-night my money
will be in my pocket, and was quite delighted.  But no one would come
and pay it. 

Gee I wonder why. 

 There is no trusting any one now, said he. At last he
lost patience, and went into the town to the butcher and demanded his
money.  The butcher thought it was a joke, but the peasant said,
jesting apart, I will have my money.  Did not the big dog bring you
the whole of the slaughtered cow three days ago.  Then the butcher
grew angry, snatched a broomstick and drove him out.

Can't blame the butcher here one bit. I can only imagine the "WTF" expression he must have been wearing, hearing the village moron

venting about having a canine meat delivery service and expecting payment for meat he gave to dogs.  

 Wait, said the peasant, there is still some justice in the world, and went 

to the royal palace and begged for an audience.  He was led before the king,
who sat there with his daughter, and asked him what injury he had
suffered.  Alas, said he, the frogs and the dogs have taken from me
what is mine, and the butcher has paid me for it with the stick.  And
he related at full length what had happened. 

And thus the "WTF" expression comes to us in Royal form. 

 Thereupon the king's daughter began to laugh heartily, and the king said to him, 

I cannot give you justice in this, but you shall have my daughter to wife for
it - in her whole life she has never yet laughed as she has just done
at you, and I have promised her to him who could make her laugh. You
may thank God for your good fortune. 

....Okay, really? The guy is clearly an idiot, and a poor peasant with no money management

skills to boot, and he wants to give him his daughter? Throw the princess away to this

blithering idiot? Geez. And I thought the one who kicked one out over comparing him to salt

was bad. 

Oh, answered the peasant, I do not want her at all.  I have a wife already,

and she is one too many for me, when I go home, it is just as if I had a wife

standing in every corner.

 Rather a rude way for him to describe his wife, but a legitimate explanation nonetheless. If he's already married,

then the princess is spared him. It's not like he can just go home and kill his wife so he can marry the princess or something.

Er, wait, I think that's happened in another story... 

 Then the king grew angry, and said, you are a boar.
Ah, lord king, replied the peasant, what can you expect from an ox,
but beef. 

....what? Is he saying all peasants are pigs or something? 

Stop, answered the king, you shall have another reward.
Be off now, but come back in three days, and then you shall have five
hundred counted out in full. When the peasant went out by the gate,
the sentry said, you have made the king's daughter laugh, so you will
certainly receive something good.  Yes, that is what I think,
answered the peasant, five hundred are to be counted out to me.
Listen, said the soldier, give me some of it.  What can you do with
all that money. 

Um...buy a new house, replace the cows he lost and then some, furnish his wife with

proper clothes and other things that may make it slightly worth it to be married to

such an idiot, provide his family with food...what has the soldier done to deserve

taking part in the peasant's money?

 As it is you, said the peasant, you shall have two
hundred,  present yourself in three days, time before the king, and
let it be paid to you.  A Jew, who was standing by and had heard the
conversation, ran after the peasant, held him by the coat, and said,
oh, wonder of God, what a child of fortune you are. I will change it
for you, I will change it for you into small coins, what do you want
with the great talers.

 Ah, yes, another example of the Jew in the old faerie tales-always greedy and conveniently nearby when money

is being mentioned. Again-what have these two done to deserve a single cent of the peasant's reward? They've

done nothing but heard that he was getting one-he doesn't know them, he doesn't owe them anything. 

 Jew, said the countryman, three hundred can you still have, give it to me 

at once in coin, in three days from this, you will be paid for it by the king.

 The Jew was delighted with the small profit, and brought the sum in bad groschen,

three of which were worth two good ones. 

It's standard practice in faerie tales for Jews to be greedy cheats. Generally gives

one a bit of insight about whoever wrote the thing, and their opinions on the Jewish. 

After three days had passed, according to the king's command, the peasant went

before the king. Pull his coat off, said the latter, and he shall have his five
hundred.  Ah, said the peasant, they no longer belong to me, I
presented two hundred of them to the sentry, and three hundred the
Jew has changed for me, so by right nothing at all belongs to me.  In
the meantime the soldier and the Jew entered and claimed what they
had gained from the peasant, and they received the blows strictly
counted out. 

And here is an example of how specifics can serve you in faerie-tale land. Whenever

someone offers to give you 'five hundred' or 'three hundred' or 'two and twenty' or

what have you, always make sure to know exactly WHAT it is they're giving you. 

The soldier bore it patiently and knew already how it
tasted, but the Jew said sorrowfully, alas, alas, are these the heavy
talers.  The king could not help laughing at the peasant, and when
all his anger was spent, he said, as you have already lost your
reward before it fell to your lot, I will give you compensation.  Go
into my treasure chamber and get some money for yourself, as much as
you will. 

"I didn't get to beat your ass, instead beating these two who did nothing, so help yourself

to my money!" 

 The peasant did not need to be told twice, and stuffed
into his big pockets whatsoever would go in.  Afterwards he went to
an inn and counted out his money. The Jew had crept after him and
heard how he muttered to himself, that rogue of a king has cheated me
after all, why could he not have given me the money himself, and then
I should have known what I had.  How can I tell now if what I have
had the luck to put in my pockets is right or not. 

Stupid and greedy. Our hero, ladies and gentlemen! 

 Good heavens,said the Jew to himself, that man is speaking disrespectfully 

of our lord the king, I will run and inform, and then I shall get a reward,
and he will be punished as well.

Of course the Jew is still being greedy and sneaky. Seriously, these guys got no good

representation in these stories. 

 When the king heard of the peasant's words he fell into a passion, and commanded

 the Jew to go and bring the offender to him.  The Jew ran to the peasant, 

you are to go at once to the lord king in the very clothes you have on. 

I know what's right better than that, answered the peasant, I shall have a 

new coat made first. Do you think that a man with so much money in his pocket
should go there in his ragged old coat. 

Dude, when a king tells you to get your butt to the castle, you do it. 

The Jew, as he saw that the peasant would not stir without another coat, and as 

he feared that if the king's anger cooled, he himself would lose his reward, 

and the peasant his punishment, said, I will out of pure friendship lend you
a coat for the short time.  What people will not do for love. 

Hate to break it to you, but you demanded money from this guy and then he got your butt

beaten. You two are not friends. 

 The peasant was contented with this, put the Jew's coat on, and went off
with him. The king reproached the countryman because of the evil
speaking of which the Jew had informed him.  Ah, said the peasant,
what a Jew says is always false - no true word ever comes out of his
mouth.  That rascal there is capable of maintaining that I have his
coat on. 

Once again, our hero, ladies and gentlemen. He's stupid, rude, greedy, and a shameless liar

who lets others take his punishment rather than taking the well-deserved suffering

himself. 

What is that, shrieked the Jew, is the coat not mine.  Have
I not lent it to you out of pure friendship, in order that you might
appear before the lord king.  When the king heard that, he said, the
Jew has assuredly deceived one or the other of us, either myself or
the peasant.  And again he ordered something to be counted out to him
in hard talers.  The peasant, however, went home in the good coat,
with the good money in his pocket, and said to himself, this time I
have made it.

The moral of the story being that being an obnoxious, idiotic jackass, stomping on others

and letting the innocent suffer for your own gain while lying through your teeth

is the way to get ahead in life.

....wait.... 

The Frog King, or Iron Henry

 The Frog Prince is probably one of the best-known faerie tales ever to exist, being the basis for countless 

interpretations and remakes, easily counted among the classics. Everyone knows the story of the princess who

 gets help from a frog, who is turned into a handsome prince with a kiss. However, not a lot of people know the 

original tale, before it got softened up for kiddies when all the other faerie tales of the time got mutilated to make

 them more child-friendly, often losing the morals in the process. This version, while I don't think it's the original, is

 quite a bit closer to it than the version most of us know. So, without further ado, The Frog King, or Iron Henry. 

In olden times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king
whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful
that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever
it shone in her face. 

Dang man. When even a giant flaming ball of gases in space millions of miles away thinks you're hot, you've

got to be pretty fricken' hot.

Also...why is it always the youngest who's the most attractive/purest/most desirable?  

Close by the king's castle lay a great dark
forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and when
the day was very warm, the king's child went out into the forest and
sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when she was bored she
took a golden ball, and threw it up on high and caught it, and this
ball was her favorite plaything.

I'm guessing it was just golden colored and not actually made of gold, as it'd probably be really fricken' heavy 

otherwise, and unless that century's standard of beauty for young women also involved having shoulders like a 

linebacker, I kind of doubt she'd be considered quite as hot then. 

 Now it so happened that on one occasion the princess's golden ball
did not fall into the little hand which she was holding up for it,
but on to the ground beyond, and rolled straight into the water. 

Probably safe to say that the well had no walls around it then. Not the safest play-area for a young child. 

 The king's daughter followed it with her eyes, but it vanished, and the
well was deep, so deep that the bottom could not be seen. 

I love how they have the 'but' after the first line, as if following it with her eyes should have made the ball stop 

in it's tracks and return to her. Sorry, but watching a thing typically doesn't make it stop unless you're watching 

someone loudly perform their favorite song and dance number off key in their underwear and they suddenly notice 

you. Then it tends to stop pretty fast. 

 At this she began to cry, and cried louder and louder, and could not be
comforted.  And as she thus lamented someone said to her, "What ails
you, king's daughter?  You weep so that even a stone would show pity."

She looked round to the side from whence the voice came, and saw a
frog stretching forth its big, ugly head from the water.  "Ah, old
water-splasher, is it you," she said, "I am weeping for my golden ball,
which has fallen into the well."  "Be quiet, and do not weep," answered
the frog, "I can help you, but what will you give me if I bring your
plaything up again?"

One should always be suspicious of oddly-gifted anythings who offer to do you a favor in return for payment. 

A talking animal, witch or anyone else who offers to help you, but asks an open question about the return of 

that favor, will usually ask for or do something that was decidedly NOT worth that favor, impossible to achieve 

(usually with disastrous results in failure) or unspeakable in other manners. 

 "Whatever you will have, dear frog," said she, "My
clothes, my pearls and jewels, and even the golden crown which I am
wearing."  The frog answered, "I do not care for your clothes, your
pearls and jewels, nor for your golden crown, but if you will love me
and let me be your companion and play-fellow, and sit by you at your
little table, and eat off your little golden plate, and drink out of
your little cup, and sleep in your little bed - if you will promise
me this I will go down below, and bring you your golden ball up
again."

A bit invasive, isn't that? I mean it's not like he can't get his own dang cup. I'm quite sure she wouldn't be found

 as attractive with warts around her dang mouth. 

 "Oh yes," said she, "I promise you all you wish, if you will but bring
me my ball back again."  But she thought, "How the silly frog does
talk.  All he does is to sit in the water with the other frogs, and
croak.  He can be no companion to any human being."

 Sweetie, you're making a deal with a TALKING FROG. As in, obviously magical in nature. You don't back out on deals or 

promises made to anything magical in origin! You shouldn't back out of promises regardless of who they're made to, particularly

 in a faerie tale as that's one of the quickest ways to tempt karma, but doing it to a magical creature isn't just TEMPTING karma,

 it's bending over, yanking your britches down and screaming "TAKE ME KARMA,  YOU MAGNIFICENT STALLION!" While waving

 a bottle of flavored lube around!

 But the frog when he had received this promise, put his head into the
water and sank down; and in a short while came swimming up again
with the ball in his mouth, and threw it on the grass.  The king's
daughter was delighted to see her pretty plaything once more, and
picked it up, and ran away with it.  "Wait, wait," said the frog.  "Take
me with you.  I can't run as you can."  But what did it avail him to
scream his croak, croak, after her, as loudly as he could.  She did
not listen to it, but ran home and soon forgot the poor frog, who was
forced to go back into his well again.

Wow, not even a thank you or a goodbye? She may be pretty, but she's kind of a snotty brat. 

 The next day when she had seated herself at table with the king and
all the courtiers, and was eating from her little golden plate,
something came creeping splish splash, splish splash, up the marble
staircase, and when it had got to the top, it knocked at the door and
cried, "Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me."  She ran to
see who was outside, but when she opened the door, there sat the frog
in front of it. 

What kind of royalty answers their own door? That's what butlers and, y'know, DOORMEN are for. Even a guard for

 crying out loud! Letting the beautiful little princess open the door? What if it was a bandit, or a kidnapper or

 someone like that coming to spirit her away? Rather irresponsible. 

Then she slammed the door to, in great haste, sat
down to dinner again, and was quite frightened.  The king saw plainly
that her heart was beating violently, and said, "My child, what are
you so afraid of?  Is there perchance a giant outside who wants to
carry you away?"

He seems rather casual about the idea of a giant wanting to steal his daughter being at the door. Is having a

giant on your doorstep a common occurrence here? 

 "Ah, no," replied she.  "It is no giant but a disgusting
frog."

"What does a frog want with you?"  "Ah, dear father, yesterday as I was
in the forest sitting by the well, playing, my golden ball fell into
the water.  And because I cried so, the frog brought it out again for
me, and because he so insisted, I promised him he should be my
companion, but I never thought he would be able to come out of his
water.  And now he is outside there, and wants to come in to me."

In the meantime it knocked a second time, and cried,  "Princess,
youngest princess,  open the door for me,  do you not know what you
said to me yesterday by the cool waters of the well.  Princess,
youngest princess,  open the door for me."

Then said the king, "That which you have promised must you perform.
Go and let him in." 

So....no reaction on the whole 'oh my god a talking frog' thing. Although I do offer him kudos on wanting his 

child to keep her promises. 

She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped
in and followed her, step by step, to her chair. There he sat and
cried, "Lift me up beside you."  She delayed, until at last the king
commanded her to do it.  Once the frog was on the chair he wanted to
be on the table, and when he was on the table he said, "Now, push your
little golden plate nearer to me that we may eat together."  She did
this, but it was easy to see that she did not do it willingly.  The
frog enjoyed what he ate, but almost every mouthful she took choked
her.  At length he said, "I have eaten and am satisfied, now I am
tired, carry me into your little room and make your little silken bed
ready, and we will both lie down and go to sleep."

Rather bossy, isn't he? Also, continuing the whole invasive bit-he wants to be in her bed with her. I know the

king and princess don't know he's anything more than a talking frog, but he sure as hell knew better, and he

 knew it was wildly inappropriate for an unwed young maiden to have a man in her bed. Chivalrous he is not. 

 The king's daughter began to cry, for she was afraid of the cold frog
which she did not like to touch, and which was now to sleep in her
pretty, clean little bed.  But the king grew angry and said, "He who
helped you when you were in trouble ought not afterwards to be
despised by you."  So she took hold of the frog with two fingers,
carried him upstairs, and put him in a corner, but when she was in
bed he crept to her and said, "I am tired, I want to sleep as well as
you, lift me up or I will tell your father."

Getting the parentals involved in a spat between you and another person is a pansy move. So much for the 

'Prince Charming' he usually is in most stories-this guy's a jerk, unchivalrous, demanding, wussy and a prat.  

 At this she was terribly angry, (THANK YOU) and took him up and threw him with all her might against the
wall.

Woah now. I know he's a jerk but dang-he's still a tiny, harmless frog. Although I do like the fact that

she's not doing the whole crying and being pathetic thing a lot of princesses seem to do, being relatively

helpless-she's bigger than him, stronger than him, knows it and is using it. 

 "Now, will you be quiet, odious frog," said she.  But when he
fell down he was no frog but a king's son with kind and beautiful
eyes.  He by her father's will was now her dear companion and
husband. 

"DAAAADDDYYYY, I threw the frog into a wall and it's a dude now." "Is he royalty?" "Um...yes?" "Good.

 You're married now."

Seriously, that was quick. Also, does it seem to anyone else that he must have a bit of a thing for abuse,

seeing as how that's what returns him to normal and he immediately wants the woman who beat the snot out 

of him? 

 Then he told her how he had been bewitched by a wicked
witch, and how no one could have delivered him from the well but
herself, and that to-morrow they would go together into his kingdom.

So she didn't get an explanation until after they were married? What must have been going through her

 mind that whole time then? 

 Then they went to sleep, and next morning when the sun awoke them,

Fwah...did he get turned back into a prince, then have the King discover it and have them get married all in the span of one night? 

Possibly even one or two hours, considering that they were going to bed to begin with when she smacked him and changed him back? 

GEEZUS. 

 a carriage came driving up with eight white horses, which had white
ostrich feathers on their heads, and were harnessed with golden
chains, and behind stood the young king's servant Faithful Henry.

Hey, the guy who's featured in one of the titles! Only in the last paragraph does he show? 

 Faithful Henry had been so unhappy when his master was changed into a
frog, that he had caused three iron bands to be laid round his heart,
lest it should burst with grief and sadness. 

Considering the medical knowledge and methods of the time, I have only two things to say to that:

 The dude is clearly devoted and has nuggets of pure adamantium, and OW. 

 The carriage was to conduct the young king into his kingdom.  Faithful Henry helped them
both in, and placed himself behind again, and was full of joy because
of this deliverance.  And when they had driven a part of the way the
king's son heard a cracking behind him as if something had broken.
So he turned round and cried, "Henry, the carriage is breaking."

"I knew we shouldn't have gone with the French model!" 

 "No, master, it is not the carriage.  It is a band from my heart,
which was put there in my great pain when you were a frog and
imprisoned in the well."  Again and once again while they were on
their way something cracked, and each time the king's son thought the
carriage was breaking,

Didn't learn after the first few times? 

 but it was only the bands which were springing
from the heart of Faithful Henry because his master was set free and
was happy.

And thus did the metal shards from the breaking bands impale his internal organs, the moral of the story clearly

being that you shouldn't have insane medical procedures done out of depression over your lost master because it 

will end badly for you.

Okay, so a few things on this one-the ending seems to just kind of peter out of this version, rather than really 

ENDING or even going with the traditional 'happily ever after', the feature of one of the titles doesn't show up until the

end in a paragraph that seems tacked on and entirely unnecessary-which probably explains why Iron Henry doesn't 

show up at all in the majority of the Frog Prince stories-and generally it felt pretty rushed and careless. However, it is

closer to the original than most, which is nice since a lot of people are totally oblivious to anything about the original. 

So that's my opinion on this one-not a whole lot to say about it, really.

 More stories shall be coming soon!  

Theatres

No, this isn't a story thing-I'll get to those as soon as I find some really good ones, so I'm sorry about that. I couldn't really find anything to post for a while since I was without internet for a while there, then right after it seemed like I had it back it acted up again, so it took a while to straighten out-I think I've got it completely under control now though, so hopefully it'll stick around and won't be so problematic.

Aaaanywho, I have encountered a bit of a problem, and I was curious to know if anyone else had the same thing. My boyfriend Zack and I went to the movies to watch The Hunger Games, and unfortunately had to leave just past the beginning because of me. I don't know what it is about movie theatres, and it's only gotten more and more intense as I've gotten older-but as soon as the sound systems start going, I start getting shaky and having trouble breathing, and as time goes on my lungs constrict more and more, I can physically FEEL the sound pressing on me on all sides, like being trapped in really tight saran-wrap or something that's only crushing tighter and tighter, I start getting dizzy and disoriented, sometimes forget where I am or what I'm doing, and I can feel my heart going a mile a minute really hard in my chest, then I start getting hit with nausia-it's all around a real pain, and it just gets worse and worse the longer I'm there. I could barely walk as we were leaving, and it took ages for me to stop shaking and my heart and breathing to go back to normal. That's part of why I really prefer headphones, and why I loathe heavy bass.

I think it may have to do with another thing I've noticed-I can feel things in the air. Like, if Zack wiggles his fingers near me, but not actually touching me, I feel it as if he were. It's part of why I'm really hard to sneak up on-I can feel when someone is near me, unless it's windy or something else is screwing around with the air currents. It also makes me very antsy and nervous-if I seem to be acting a bit more....dare I say it...Fluttershy-ish on a windy day, or around crowds, that's why. That's part of why I can't stand crowds. Essentially-I can physically feel air currents, moreso than is normal, and physically feel sound.

Anyway, does anyone else have this problem, and if so, how do you deal with it and do you know exactly what it is? I keep saying it's oversensitivity and I'm just a wimp, to which of course my boyfriend vehemently disagrees, and he says it's a gift, though I can see no practical application for it. So, anyone know what I'm talking about?

Sorry for the delay...

Hey everyone, sorry I haven't been on much, I just got a job (WHOO!) and I had to switch to a much older laptop than the one I was using due to the other one no longer being available, so I had no internet for a while since this one was being a butt and didn't want to see the signal until the tech-fairy (AKA my boyfriend's brother) came and waggled his fingers at it and made it behave.

Posts are going to be rather...random, but I will try to have at least one thing up a week, even if it's merely a recipe or some little blurb about life or whatever. So....I'm sorry about that! Just letting everyone know.