- Poltergeist. This movie freaked the hell out of me. It is the sole reason why I am afraid of EVPs and cannot stand to hear static or see snow on a tv. “They’re heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere…”
- Cabin Fever. First it has the cute guy from “Boy Meets World” second, it is just one of the nastiest gore-fest movies ever and it has that wonderful tinge of verisimilitude… that leaves you thinking, Just how safe is that bottle of water you’re drinking?!?! Plus, Eli Roth. Babe, if you’re googling yourself and this blog post comes up, know that I would very happily leave the aforementioned husband to have your love child. Side benefit? you’re American so we won’t have to deal with USCIS.
- The Entity. A woman gets raped, repeatedly by a poltergeist and everyone thinks she’s manifesting a guilt trip to cover up “masturbatorial fantasies” about her son. Any movie that adds to my vocabulary with a word like “masturbatorial” is up on my list. Plus, it just freaked me the hell out. *shudder*
- Sleep Away Camp. Hehehe. This movie is so campy it’s bad. But still, the killer’s name is Angela, so what’s not to like?
- The Shining. I’ve only watched it once. It scarred me and I probably won’t be able to ever watch it again. That said, it deserves to be on my list. Worst part? When Jack Nicholson is hitting on the sexy woman in the bathroom and all the sudden she’s looking like a quarter pounder a la Morgan Spurlock’s “SuperSize Me”. When he realizes that the woman is really a corpse… eeeew.
- Halloween, Rob Zombie version. Oh my lord. Words cannot express how much I loved this movie. It’s only down so far on my list because of the other movies. I think that Rob Zombie did such an excellent job of semi-humanizing Michael Meyers and then completely removing humanity from his character, in such a way that totally made him fifty times more creepy. Because really, until Michael Meyers kills Danny Trejo you kind of feel sorry for him,
- Thanksgiving. OK, it’s a trailer, not a real movie. But if ever there was a movie I could help bankroll (other than LGP movies, of course) it would be this one. Eli, if you’re still reading this, my phone number is ************. Call me.
- Hostel 2. (I have no shame). This movie rocked so hard– I loved the ending. Hostel 1 was kind of a let down after Cabin Fever, but the sequel made up for everything and then some. And when the annoying chick from “the princess diaries” gets a scythe to the back… wow. Absolutely Amazing.
- Texas Chainsaw Massacre (70s edition). Again, we go back to the reasoning “it freaked the hell out of me”. The house was an entire character in its own right, so dirty, grimy and spooky with the animal skeletons and everything. And the way the hitch hiker girl commits suicide in the beginning (”you’re going the wrong way”) totally gave me chills.
- The Ring. So it was the beginning of the J-Horror flood. It still freaked me the hell out and when you think about it, we’ve now come full circle– from one movie about EVPs to another… only, different.
It works like this:
I post a message to you in my blog, and you come running like a sweaty, nervous hound, heeling to your mistress’s call.
Then I tease you, and taunt you as you beg for mercy.
I dig up some old dirt, smear it on the internet… and share it with the world.
For a moment then, I sit, breathless in anticipation of your reaction… wet with the knowing of what’s to come.
And then we dance… MY dance… to the tune of $150.
I have to tell you something:
Money turns me on. Not in a “it gives me a teeny illicit thrill” sort of way, either.
More like a, “I am a complete gold digging whore” sort of way and you can flash your cash at me all you want.
But see, it’s an important kind of gold digging. I don’t take your hard earned cash for my bills, my car payment, or my student loans. You’re little tributes and giftlets are not shucked away for my mortgage or my directv (gotta shout out for my tivo)… you pay my starbucks habit, my movie habit, my buy-myself-something habit. And I love it.
Cuz I am a greedy ho.
Well… at least I am. I think that what I need is to be worked for the weekend. And hard. 
Seriously though, the last few weekends in a row have been chock full of me… not working. I have been having too much fun sweating it out between the sheets and I forget all about you sad lonely fuckers who love and worship me. That’s why, regardless of whether or not MY FRIEND wants to listen in this weekend, all you have to do is send me an EMAIL requesting information and I will tell you about how you can purchase an mp3 transcript of this weekends party in my bedroom. MMM unedited, of course. (the word email is a link in case you can’t tell because my css is beig screwy).
*sigh* I am not as good a secret keeper as I would like to think. I believe that maybe I am a trifle transparent. Who knows what a horrible poker player I must be? Seriously, in the last 2 weeks I have had classmates who are more than acquaintances but not necessarily friends pick up on something I considered secret. *shock*
YAM figured out which student I had had an interest in a couple of quarters ago– really quickly too, it was astounding. But, his reasoning was… less than sound. Liking star wars is not an immediate “I want to fuck you” but it is a requirement. Sorry, but I draw the line there. The only thing worse than someone not liking Star Wars is someone who prefers Star Trek. No wait. Preferring Star Trek over Star Wars is acceptable but preferring Survivor over either… I have to draw the line and turn away. Period. (They may as well eat babies boiled in birthwater… for all I care.)
And then my teacher-lady-nun friend guessed which of our classmates needs (in my opinion) a good, hard spanking. Preferably, while bent over a student desk, his nose scant inches away from one of his perfectly bland, obviously off-the-cuff papers, as he recited MLA format while I spanked him. Hard. With my leather paddle. SEE THIS VIDEO for a close approximation of what I mean. *gasp* I just watched it. I love that scene. …..
*snicker* Those of you who have been following recent posts will be highly amused to know that I have spoken to 2 Ricks this evening. This is highly amusing to me. And of course, while I was having dinner with YAM, slut was attempting to message me… slut shares his name with YAM– of course he does. Currently, slut is performing his “dildo tied to the leg of a desk” trick. I love that trick.
Finally, lucky me James is on his way home this weekend. I may be rendered incapable of talking… but I doubt it.
MY FRIEND… You know whO you are. James will most certainly be home this weekend. If you want to listen in, this would be a good time because honey, I am horny as all get out and you’ll be getting a pretty hot show.
I think that something is in retrograde or whatever. Because people from all aspects of my life are popping out of the woodwork like crazy-mad motherfuckers and it’s driving me nutball crazy. Seriously.
Let’s see… we have ex-boyfriends, friends-with-benefits, good callers, bad callers, friends/fellow students lusted after in (mostly)complete silence{don’t play where you will end up having co-workers}, and finally… new people on all fronts. It’s enough to drive a woman fucking crazy. With mad, hot, hornball hormones. Seriously.
I started writing a giant dissertation on why violence can sometimes be sexy and how violence has been used in literature to display sexy goodness for hundreds (if not thousands) of years, but got sidetracked by my hormones. (And by the thought that this is a complete waste of time when I should be writing a paper a teacher will read and grade… not just read and spank to.)
For instance, I need to finish The Mabinogion today and write my paper on it. I also need to put the finishing touches on my paper about the Ulstermen. Oh, and go to French class… but I will wait and see when the midterm is and show up sometime before then. Maybe. (je n’aime pas francais! je deteste francais! je ne parle pas beaucoup francais!)
oh.
one last thing before I go. Jared Lynch left a comment:
jared | jaredfirebird26@aol.com | IP: 71.240.33.210
please take this down vicky
Jared, you know what you need to do to get stuff taken down from my website. You pestered me endlessly to get it up– so now you have to play by the rules to get it down. That’s just how it works. PAY ME. see, it’s very easy.
*hot flash* who would have thought that a phrase like that would be enough to wet my knickers through and through?
Or that this quarter would dish up some delightfully yummy man-treats in the form of two exceptionally minded new fellow students. Ok, I tell a lie. Only one is new. The other… is less than new. I’ve had classes with him for about a year now. I like the way he thinks, and even more… I want to see him submit to my will so badly that I can taste it.
Mmmmm I owe a friend a Cafe Vanilla Frappucino for guessing which guy it was. I am either that transparent or she is the right kind of friend. I am going for the right kind of friend. I could divulge secrets, but I think she reads this blog and wouldn’t be too happy to hear about how much I enjoyed eating her creamy pussy while telling her a nasty fantasy about our dear prof….
I am delightfully up to all of my old tricks, stealing money and making you beg me to take more being at the forefront of these tricks…
