Trabia Garden

There was originally a paragraph here whining about my Tuesday schedule (long story short: my combined waking time before leaving for university in the morning and after returning in the evening? Even though I wake up at seven? Three and a half hours. My Tuesday semesters are completely awesome, but still), but I deleted it because it was boring. Instead, have an instalment of Strange Things I Have Discovered In My Notebook Today. I cannot recall writing any of these.

I want to create a television series in which all the male parts are played by women and vice versa, purely to sexually confuse the fans.

HERE IS A TERRIBLE FANFIC IDEA FOR YOU: begin with the prologue of Twilight. Have it turn out that the hunter is Dean Winchester. I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE CONSIDERING WRITING TWILIGHT FANFICTION. (I'm not supposed to be considering reading Twilight fanfiction, either, but, er, somebody write this for me?)

(from a dream) He had a ukulele, so we performed the ukulele owners' secret handshake by placing the backs of our ukuleles together and shaking them solemnly up and down. (I am so going to do this the next time I meet another ukulele player whilst carrying my own ukulele. Which, er, I'm fairly sure has never happened. BUT IT COULD.)

(from a dream) Oh, and also Gabriella from High School Musical was the Winchesters' sister. I dreamt that the first few episodes of Supernatural were about her and Dean travelling together, rather than Dean and Sam, and wondered why nobody wrote fanfiction about her. She and Dean were obviously close; she didn't feel like a random addition to the family. (WHO IS GOING TO WRITE ME FANFICTION ABOUT GABRIELLA WINCHESTER? YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.)

(from a dream) Dreamt that I was James Wilson and I had a pet bird. I somehow turned into a bird as well, and we crashed a bird show to steal some bird seed and bird ladies. THAT'S RIGHT: IN MY DREAMS, JAMES WILSON HAS SEX WITH BIRDS. LITERAL BIRDS. Also, House apparently has bird porn on his desktop.

I had an entry all written about my abusive relationship with Silent Hill, and how it lures me closer with intriguing characters and beautiful music, and then I become steadily more uneasy about being around it until eventually it begins breathing quietly down my neck and I turn around to ask it to knock it off, please, and when I regain consciousness there's blood on my face and throat and in my mouth and I'm bound with barbed wire to the rusty bars of a waterlogged prison cell. Upside-down. And when I come back Silent Hill will say I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it won't happen again, but it will be laughing as it says it, and I'll go back to it anyway.

The moral of the story was that you really, really shouldn't let Silent Hill anywhere near you, because it is a terrible inescapable descending spiral of insanity.

But there was an error and the entry was lost, so the above is a rather condensed version.

Anyway! The reason for this seemingly random musing about the nature of my relationship with Silent Hill is the fact that, as some of you may be aware, a trailer for the upcoming movie has appeared. My initial reaction was - well, my initial reaction was 'The monsters look kind of fake', and my second reaction was 'EXCUSE ME WAS THAT A SPLIT-SECOND FLASH OF A CERTAIN MONSTER THAT SHOULD NOT BE THERE CONSIDERING THAT A CERTAIN PROTAGONIST IS ABSENT?!', but my third reaction was '...oh god I actually kind of want to see this'.

Because it looks like they've put real effort into it, and it'd be nice to see a videogame-to-movie conversion that's actually had effort put into it, and the sets look pretty impressive, and oh who am I kidding. I JUST WANT TO WATCH IT BECAUSE THE 'I'm looking for my wife!' LINE INSPIRED IN ME THE HOPE THAT WE COULD HAVE A JAMES-ESQUE CHARACTER. IS THAT SO WRONG?

Granted, the fact that his wife is alive makes that seem somewhat unlikely. For him to be even remotely like James - or at least the James that we see at the time of Silent Hill 2 - it would seem pretty necessary for his wife to be dead. SHUT UP AND LET ME CLING TO MY DREAMS.

I think that going to see this movie would be a quite astonishingly stupid thing to do. You've managed to avoid buying any more Silent Hill games, Riona, you can avoid the film as well. Really. YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SLEEP FOR WEEKS, RIONA, YOU CAN'T HANDLE HORROR, YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T... ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? ...IDIOT.