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FROM HELL!
2007-Sep-02, Sunday 02:22
I have found possibly the most hardcore animal on the planet: "Vampyroteuthis infernalis". It's scientific name means "Vampire Squid from Hell." \m/
Walking alone at night, even through an obviously safe suburban neighborhood, is still incredibly creepy. I just got back from a short walk, and it reminded me of what was possibly the creepiest single thing I've ever done--walk home, alone, from the pub on Inis Meáin back to the house where we were staying. It was about a mile and a half walk, and I think there was maybe one light on the whole path. Two nights I did it with my friends, but the third night I was alone. That was the night where Roxie told us that the previous night, she had left the pub about five minutes before one of the other students, walked home alone along the only path back to the house she was staying at, and arrived five minutes after them. They did not pass each other on the way. Nothing huge, but it was enough to set the mood when the only thing I could hear was the sound of the wind, my footsteps and the beating of my heart.
There was an old barrow off the side of the road. I did not go investigate it.
I originally thought that being married would be some kind of major change--that I'd be made different somehow, because of it. Apparently, I was wrong.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
softlykarou and my relationship hasn't really changed after being married, other than being introduced to people as "the married friends" with a smile and a faint twitch. This is, in retrospect, not a bad thing. I imagine that having a child, if that ever happens, will be a much bigger change.
Walking alone at night, even through an obviously safe suburban neighborhood, is still incredibly creepy. I just got back from a short walk, and it reminded me of what was possibly the creepiest single thing I've ever done--walk home, alone, from the pub on Inis Meáin back to the house where we were staying. It was about a mile and a half walk, and I think there was maybe one light on the whole path. Two nights I did it with my friends, but the third night I was alone. That was the night where Roxie told us that the previous night, she had left the pub about five minutes before one of the other students, walked home alone along the only path back to the house she was staying at, and arrived five minutes after them. They did not pass each other on the way. Nothing huge, but it was enough to set the mood when the only thing I could hear was the sound of the wind, my footsteps and the beating of my heart.
There was an old barrow off the side of the road. I did not go investigate it.
I originally thought that being married would be some kind of major change--that I'd be made different somehow, because of it. Apparently, I was wrong.
softlykarou and my relationship hasn't really changed after being married, other than being introduced to people as "the married friends" with a smile and a faint twitch. This is, in retrospect, not a bad thing. I imagine that having a child, if that ever happens, will be a much bigger change.
