| I've only recently fallen for this film and Tarantino. After seeing Inglorious Basterds at the cinema (with my parents no less), I started to gain more interest in Tarantino, what drew me to him (specifically from Basterds) was not just the dialogue but the intensity of the scenes which relied upon it. Also the character development was shockingly brilliant, so I delved and found a gem of a film which I will love for a long time :) 
WARNING - Blood and spoilersI remember hearing the tale of my uncle and aunts first date... they went to see this very film at the cinema, my aunt walked out half way through. They got married in the end though :D ( Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right )- feeling so:accomplished
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| I have a pretty decent entry saved on my computer. It detailed my current annoyances, fears and how my last couple of days have gone. And was, considering the trash I've been posting recently, fairly well-written and logical. In it, I complained pretty thoroughly about how I'm sick of people-who-barely-know-me telling me that I need Jesus in my life, despite the fact that they have no way of knowing my religious views (seeing as I don't have them posted anywhere online, excepting one 2-year old entry on here.) And therefore have no right to assume who I do or do not have in my life. And also, no right to assume who I do or do not want in my life. Later on in that entry, I did some more complaining about a Greek/Roman history test that not only do I think I bombed, but I think will damn me to Hell. After about 2 paragraphs of explaining just what little interest I have in Minoan culture, I explained that I wrote my essay on why Christianity become so popular. In it, there was a lot of talk of charismatic salesmen, win-win sales pitches and long-lasting cults. Look, the details aren't really important.
Now I would actually post said entry because that would, in fact, make much more sense than paraphrasing bits and pieces of it. However, instead of just simply sending me to Hell however many years from now, God decided to take his revenge this morning. And set my bedroom on fire.
I was woken around 4 am by a loud explosion. Well, loud to a person who was dead asleep previously. And at the foot of my bed were three-foot flames. Super. I preceded to get the fuck out bed and, seeing as God's lovely wrath was blocking the door that provides the quickest access to the second floor and my sleeping family, I had to run through about 4 rooms. All the while, screaming my fucking head off. My dad was getting ready for work, so he was the first responder. By the time he made it down the stairs, the fire was out in my bedroom.
So at that time, I thought I had hallucinated the whole thing. Despite the fact that we could hardly see for the extreme amount of smoke. Of course, it was also around that time that my smoke detector finally decided that it should probably try to wake someone up. Thanks, smoke detector.
I don't really know what happened. Because it's so old, the electricity in our house is all sorts of messed up. And I had the tiniest space heater imaginable plugged into an extension chord and it was sitting on the floor at the base of my bed. The stupid little heater was not turned on, nor had it been on at all for the past couple of days. But still for some reason last night it got to thinking that it would no longer like to be alive and it killed itself by way of exploding. And also, for some reason, the plug to my computer's surge protector completely melted. Probably it was too close Senior Suicidal Space Heater. I don't know.
SO LONG STORY SHORT: My turned-completely-off space heater got all sorts of pissy and offed itself by way of explosion, which then also killed my computer's surge protector. And I have no way of knowing if my computer is alright or not because I no longer have electricity in my bedroom. SUPER.
All of that is not so bad. I inhaled a lot of smoke and my throat is sore from screaming so much (I never ever ever scream. I think I may have done it once in living memory and that was during a pretty big car crash, so it was understandable.) But luckily the loudness of the fire allowed me to get out of the bedroom super quickly and away from any potential danger.
The reason I am freaked out so much is not what happened but what could have easily happened. You guys have seen pictures of my bedroom, I've got a lot going on in there. The heater happened to be in a random clear and mostly-harmless space. Which is usually not the case at all. In fact, up until yesterday morning, it was on my little painting table which pretty much touches my bed. In fact, if you look at this picture you can see both the table and heater in question. Also, please note the big container of mineral spirits and why yes, that is turpentine in those little glass jars. In my lovely ignorance, I thought that surely nothing could happen if my heater was not turned on. So I would usually keep it on that table when it wasn't in use, because my kittens would knock it down when it was on the radiator.
However, I was working on a painting yesterday morning that required me to set up a still-life on that little table. So I took everything off of it and moved the table to the other side of the bed. I left the heater on the floor because I had more important matters to deal with. Like not caring about my heater and apparently offending God.
AGAIN LONG STORY SHORT: I'm freaked out because the heater could have very easily exploded right on top of my bed, causing my blankets and probably my clothesline to catch on fire. Which I imagine would've led to a more long-lasting fire that would have involved the blanket I was sleeping with to be on fire. Or alternatively, it could have come in contact with the numerous amounts of flammable substances I have strewn about my room. (HELLO TURPENTINE!) OR ALSO, I could've not have woken up at all and breathed in even more smoke and/or potentially have caught myself/the house/a kitten on fire.
Thankfully none of that happened. But still, I'm left with a scorched floor, the worst headache/sore throat imaginable, no electricity and perhaps a dead computer. (And did I mention TV? It was also plugged into the same surge protector.) So I do not feel any qualms in making an entire entry complaining about it. Waking up to the dulcet tones of frenzied electricity and three-foot flames about a foot from your bed is suprisingly not as relaxing as one might think.
On a side note, I totally slept in my mom's room for the rest of the night. Well not so much slept as watched Law & Order and the Alaskan Experiment. I didn't particularly want to be alone. Now I'm going to take a long shower in the hopes of getting the smoke out of my hair. | |
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