best saturday afternoon ever

today i feel: excited
today i'm hearing: paranormal state. hells yes.
today i'm thinking: i totally wish i was psychic

I've been watching ghost shows and paranormal stuff for about two hours now. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight, but I am so totally geeked right now. Man...I want to go ghost hunting. Tony owes me a ghost hunting date, but I don't know when/if it's going to happen. I think I need to get a copy of Ghosthunting Illinois to encourage him, but I only have so much in bookmoney cards.

I don't care if it's lame or nerdy or whathaveyou: I do believe in ghosts, sprits, whatever you want to call it. My aunt's old house was haunted; there was a murder in it years ago. Her second floor landing was terrifying. Whenever I had to ferret-sit for her, I hid in her bedroom until I had to leave. I would make my mum go with me as often as possible. It was a beautiful house, but I'm so glad she and her mum moved across town. Holy crap, yes.

There's too much evidence for me to believe that some things don't leave this world when they die. I know a lot of people think it's complete bullshit, but if it happens to you, you know. When it happens to you, you can walk into any room or house or chunk of land and know that there are things in there that you don't want to fuck with. Maybe you can't see them, but that doesn't mean they're not there. You know? That also doesn't mean they're bad. I've met some kindly spirits: content to just kind of hang out. It was cool. I knew this girl who went to U-High a couple years before I did who told me that Ruthie (Ruth Stroud, the woman who our auditorium was named after) once saved the light booth from burning down. Someone had dropped a butt up there without stomping it out all the way and Ruthie had told her that she needed to check the booth. It was really cool to hear about. I used to go into Stroud at two in the afternoon and know that Ruthie was pissed as hell (she never did like Thetard). I'd run out of there like a bat out of hell. Paige would look at me with this little smile and say, 'She pissed her off again?' We just all sort of understood that Stroud was her place and we needed to respect it.

On a side note: neither of the theatres at SIUC have ever shown any activity. I've been in and around both of them at very odd hours of the day and night and nothing has ever happened. It's really bizarre for me. These are the first theatres I've worked in that weren't haunted. It feels empty and...sterile, I guess. It's also the only place where breaking Theatre Superstitions hasn't come back to bite anyone in the ass.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Carbondale for the day. It's the premiere of season five of The Wire at 20.00. I am so psyched. Randy and I are going to be the most annoying people in the world after we watch it. You have no idea.