so it was Friday the 13th, but i thought nothing of it. we were going to go see The Happening that night, they were going to go off galavanting in a "haunted" cemetery aftwewards. but alas, twas not all that was planned for that day.
me and Lucy were doing pilates, as such, i was on the floor and had a better view of my fishbowl. Nightfox, who was sick [swollen throat and gills], was swimming around rather frantically. i didn’t think much of it. i just assumed he was in a hyper mood. and he swims around like that at least once a day. regardless, i was a bit afraid that he would pursue an escape attempt… and end up landing on me. so i semi-threatened him by saying i would throw in a battery if he didn’t stop thrashing around like that. i realized he couldn’t eat [and was thusly afraid he would starve to death before the medication kicked in] and maybe that was why he was pissy. i should also mention that the day before my sister was complaining about his name not being very fitting for a fish, so i replied that i would name the next one Smooshy. as we finished pilates, i noticed him give frantic swimming one more go, but then he sank to the bottom…. dead. i just watched my betta die. but in my defence, i did all i could, i gave him medication as soon as i saw he was sick. but of all the days? my fish died on Friday the 13th… almost like the people in The Happening. 1.) he couldn’t speak [ever, he is a fish, but also his gills and throat were swollen so much he couldn’t eat… and later breathe] 2.) he became disoriented 3.) he died.
later that night we head off to the theatre for the 10pm showing of The Happening. as the movie trivia stuff before the movie was playing, the lights went out and the emergency lights came on. over the loudspeaker we were told to remain in our seats. but then the emergency lights ALSO went out. the loudspeaker told us to get out pronto. we were suddenly stuck in a mass throng of people pushing and shoving, whilst confused, in pitch dark. not to mention no one would answer our questions on whether we would get a refund. the cops even showed up to make sure no one was looting.
they convinced me to tag along to the cemetery. i went because of the inevitable Tim Hortons stop… for a new Strawberry Blossom donut. but when we got there, they didn’t have any. apparently it’s a really popular donut, and i STILL have yet to try it. when we got to the cemetery, i refused to get out of the car, mainly because it was pouring rain and cold. so i sat alone in the car, in a ditch in a dark cemetery in the middle of the night out in East Jesus Nowhere. i decided i would try to see of ghosts exist or not… this was obviously a fruitless endeavour. eventually they came back to the car. only the car wouldn’t start. even though the car had just been at the mechanic’s the previous day. they managed to flag someone down, who did have jumper cables and we got the car going. he was going the same way as us… but he never ever showed up on the road behind us…. i liked pointing that out because it amused me and gave my sisters a "semi-ghost" story to tell.
Inside My Head 