Oct 31, 2012

The Drummer at the Dam

   I love hearing stories about ghosts and paranormal activities. It's so fascinating and I'm a true believer. Even if the stories are not true, I still get a kick out of it. Something scary as hell happened to me when I was 18 years old. I posted this on a true ghost story website 4 years ago. I'm just going to copy/paste it here. Forgive my laziness.

The Drummer at the Dam

   I have always been fascinated by ghost stories and tales of the paranormal. I've always had an open mind about that kind of thing. Especially if I feel I am in a place that could potentially have some paranormal activity. When I had the experience I'm about to share with you, I was not prepared whatsoever.
It was three years ago and I was still living with my parents in Lakehills, Texas. I was 18 and had just recently met a guy named Jeremy that seemed pretty cool so I decided to take a drive out to Kerrville (about 40 miles away) and hang out with him for a day. After driving around town for awhile, he suggested that we should check out this old dam that wasn't far to hang out and talk.
   We were driving in this small neighborhood that was surrounded by a wooded area and he instructed me to park on the side of the road in front of some trees. We climbed over a barbed wire fence and found a steep trail going down towards the dam. We eventually got to this clearing where we could see the creek and the dam.
   It's a little difficult to explain how it was set up but I will try my best. There was a cement wall that went up the hill on the side where my car was parked. There was a cement slab that was connected to this that went from the corner of the dam and the trail and extended about 20 feet by 4 feet until it dropped off. The drop was about 15 feet to the rocky bottom and the edge of the creek below. The dam was perpendicular to this cement slab we were sitting on and extended about 100 yards to another cement wall at the other side of the creek. We were sitting on that small cement slab looking out over the creek that was still and shallow below the dam wall. The wall of the dam that faced the creek was slanted at a 45 degree angle. The creek was completely visible to the other side of the dam. There was a thick wooded area parallel to the dam with the creek in the middle. I really hope I'm not confusing (or boring) anyone with the description but this has important relevance to my story.
   Basically, we were sitting on the small cement slab overlooking the creek below with the dam on our right side and the woods to our left.
It was late in the afternoon and the sun was going down over the horizon. We were chatting when we heard a faint sound of drums in the distance past the woods. It was slow but steady and we stopped talking to listen to it. Not knowing what to make of it, we started joking that maybe it was some hobos having a party in the woods. We really didn't think anything of it because it sounded so far away. The sky was starting to get really dark by this time. The drumming never stopped. It was getting louder and seemed to be coming closer to the part of the creek that was visible to us. We couldn't hear anything or anyone but the drumming. The sound of the drumming was rhythmic. It wasn't just a constant, loud thumping. It actually sounded pretty good besides the fact that it was starting to make me nervous. All of a sudden, the sound of the drumming seemed to come out from the woods and into the clearing of the creek. I just froze because I was starting to get really scared. The dusk made a small part of the creek visible with whatever light was left over from the day.
   I was looking out on the water and I saw the shadow of a figure moving across the creek towards the dam. The drumming was getting louder and faster. It startled me and I pointed it out to Jeremy and told him what I saw. He was trying to play it cool and said he didn't see anything and told me not to worry. "It must have been some old guy messing with us..." I was still watching it move across the creek and then it started to move up the wall of the dam. It didn't just move, it glided up the wall. I was shocked that whoever was drumming moved up the wall with such ease and was still able to play the whole time. "It" was finally at the top of the dam. That's when it started coming towards us and getting even LOUDER and FASTER! Jeremy finally admitted that he could hear it getting closer and started to suggest that we leave. I was way ahead of him. I grabbed my stuff and started heading towards the corner of the cement slab, the beginning of the dam and the trail back up to my car.
   It terrified me because I had to walk closer to whatever or whoever was coming towards us in order to leave. I thought about looking out towards "the drummer" to see if I could make out what or who it was. But I was way too scared and just wanted to get in my car and leave as soon as possible. I was trekking up the hill with Jeremy behind me and all of a sudden - the music stopped! This scared me more than I already was because I knew it must be following us up the trail by that point. We ran as fast as we could, climbed inside my car and got the hell out there!
   That was the single most terrifying moment of my life. I barely said a word to Jeremy on the way back to his house. After I dropped him off, I took the long drive back to my house trying to figure out what that could have been. It's very possible it was someone trying to mess with us. I don't see how they could have known we were there because we weren't talking loudly and it was too dark for them to see us on that slab. I've been in other situations where people would scare me and my friends with some grand scheme. This didn't seem that at all. I mean, this was really going out of someone's way just to scare a couple of kids. The most startling thing about that whole experience was the fact that it moved up that wall so easily while playing the drums. It sounded like a small bongo drum that could be strapped around someone's body.
To this day, I still think about that night and try to come up with some logical explanation for what or who was out there with us. I still have no idea.

I didn't even want to proofread this because it still scares the hell out of me. Do you guys have any scary stories? Please share and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Oct 29, 2012

Cinemanic Monday: Dear Army Guys, Come quick. There are Monsters"

    Have you ever seen the Monster Squad? Most of the people I ask say no and I'm shocked. This movie kicks ass! My sister and I watched it all the time, year round. The only way I can describe it is The Goonies on Halloween.. with more cussing and sexual innuendos. Misty and I both had it bad for Rudy. That adorable wayfarer-wearing and cigarette smoking bad boy.
                                                       Wait... I'm forgetting the best part. MONSTERS!
Awww! You gotta love sweet Phoebe and her Frankenfriend.
I had to include the radass montage. Enjoy!

Happy Halloween!!!!

Oct 25, 2012

Getting ready for Halloween!

   This is my Halloween costume idea. I wanted to do an interesting makeup and then focused my costume around that so I'm going to be a harlequin doll. I've been sewing like a little elf at my desk all week. It's really coming together nicely. I can't wait to come up with the makeup!!! Here's a picture of the finished accordion collar. It took me hours to fold that tulle. So stubborn!
Please share your costume ideas!

Oct 18, 2012

Girlie Gayness

   I love being a girl. I could list obvious reasons but they're.... obvious. Let's just say I'm pausing between every other sentence to put on my morning makeup. Besides, I'd rather compare it to what it must be like to be a man. No excess hair (face, back, ass, etc), no boners and most importantly no balls! Isn't that wonderful? We have boobs and boobs are awesome. I'm so happy to be a girl. I feel like putting on a flowy dress and running through a field singing a show tume. I'm basically a gay man trapped in a woman's body.
   I dream of having my own girlie santuary where I get to keep and cherish all my lovely possessions. James has his office with his guitars. You can have it honey. When we have the extra space, I will have a room all my own. I've pictured it for years.

A room of Girlie Gayness.
Hardwood floors and white walls is a must. I would want lots of light.
This is a beauty. I've been wanting a vanity forever. I need a lot of space to hold all my makeup and hair products. Isn't this color beautiful? I'd find the most magnificent mirror for it.
I think this one would do just fine. :)
This would go at the other side of the room.

No girlie room would be complete without a giant velvet ottoman. Though I would probably go with burgundy.
I love this simple clothing rack. I'd have it along one wall to hold all my favorite dresses and coats.

I would absolutely have a section dedicated to my sewing station. It would have to share space with my laptop.

I'm in love with this sofa. Antique. Velvet. Green. Yessss

No wall space would go unused.
Ollie would have his snug little bed, of course.

Oct 10, 2012

Gotta move

   Lately, I've been really anxious to go someplace new. If James were to say, let's move to Randomtown, USA, I'd be game. No questions asked. James is incapable of making a bad decision and I trust him entirely. I would be so excited to move to a place completely new. Just me, James and Ollie. I used to be so attached to Texas. All of my family is here. James was sweet enough to move from CA to TX to be with me. We got together when I was 20 years old. I was ready to leave the nest but not the tree. Mostly, I wasn't ready to leave my mama. All of my close family lives in TX. Mostly in the Austin area.
   James has really shown me some truly amazing places. We took a 2 week road trip in May of 2010 and it was incredible! He's taken me to Disneyland, the San Diego zoo (I cried when I saw the pandas), Yosemite Valley and NYC to name a few.

Our roadtrip route. 3,817 miles

  I absolutely love traveling with James. My go-to roadtrip album is always Fashion Nuggett by Cake. It's perfect. I just wish we could take Ollie along for more things. He couldn't come along for the big roadtrip because we couldn't take him in the national parks, plus all the hotels. Next time little dude. He loves being in the car but hates being in his seatbelt.

   James mentioned that he wanted to take a trip to Big Bend soon. He always casually mentions exciting adventures and I just run with it like a mad woman and start looking up dog friendly hotels. He did the same thing with the road trip. "Hey maybe we could take a road trip this year" And I'm like, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa? You got it dude! Here's our map and a list of all the stuff I'm bringing." I really should calm down next time and mirror James' relaxed demeanor. Isn't it more fun when you don't plan things? Is it? Seriously, I wanna know...
   This past weekend, James' cousin Andrew and his mom Janet stayed with us. We had so much fun and ate way too much delicious food. Andrew is oringinally from Canada but lives in the Czech Republic now so we were really excited feed him big ass plates or Texas food.
   I just found out that we're probably going to his mom's house in Abilene for Christmas. My family celebrates on Xmas eve so I think this will work out nicely. His family from CA will be there so we have to make it work. I love James' family. They're so sweet and always make me feel at home so I'm really excited we get to see them again. I also just found out that Andrew and his longtime girlfriend, Jamie, are getting married next October in Toronto!!! Must. Withold. Excitement...

Oct 8, 2012

Cinemanic Monday: "You need sortin' out, you do."

Another Netflix gem. Fish Tank follows 15-year-old Mia through the slums of East London. She lives with an absent mother and bratty little sister. The first part of the film shows her wandering around abandoned buildings, drinking 40's and seeks a more glamorous existence by aspiring to become a hip hop dancer.
Then Michael Fassbender shows up on screen and I instantly remember why this was in my Netflix queue. His character, Connor, is Mia's mother's flavor of the month. Let's just feast our eyes on this delicious flavor for a moment. Just imagine waking up to this in your kitchen...
 Michael Fassbender - life ruiner. For Mia, and myself, he comes into her life and shakes shit up. He. Is. So. Beautiful. I first developed a screen crush on him when I saw Inglorious Basterds.  I added every one of his films in my queue. I really liked this film. I've watched it multiple times. It's not very exciting to watch but I've always liked movies that show true emotions. There's so much humanity in Fish Tank.
There are some really nice scene where Mia is trying to free a chained horse. The poor thing is mistreated and it's very symbolic to her situation.  

Oct 2, 2012

Oh Yoko

This was the last day Taylor and I were in Yoakum and Cuero TX. My grandparent's graciously opened their lovely home to us. We heard stories from my grandma, laughed at my grandpa's hilarious jokes, drinking and walking around the property where we caught a gorgeous sunset. We rummaged through my grandma's massive VHS collection, spending hours deciding on a movie. We finally settled on Splash (one of Taylor's old favorites) and set up a tiny TV at the foot of the guest bed and took turns sipping Maker's Mark. That stuff is amazing.
Right before leaving town we stumbled on this old train station. I love the colors of this place! Taylor took the photos of me. :)
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