Halloween creepin'

I woke up at 3am this morning, not really knowing why. It was as if my body had to be elsewhere and was kicking me out of bed. I couldn't go back to sleep, despite how hard I was trying. I thought maybe getting a snack was a good idea. Certainly better than tossing and turning and failing to fall back to sleep. So, I got up and considered making hot chocolate, or better yet, have some ice cream.

While sluggishly moving from bedroom to kitchen, freezer to cupboard, I realized the TV was on. Whatever. Too early for anything to process. La la la, ice cream at 3 in the morning. Sweet.

After filling my cup, little things started to catch my attention -- like the strange music that was coming from the TV. I didn't realize till then that it was on Dusk, the horror channel. Hm, interesting.

So I decided to sit on the couch, cupful of french vanilla ice cream on my lap, and watch curiously. An eerie claymation film was playing; it had very minimal dialogue. The sound was mainly from this peculiar music in the background and the occasional footsteps. There was a man lying on the street, convulsing, while a spool of thread unravelled above his head -- in mid-air. An old woman was standing by the man's reclined body, seemingly controlling the spinning spool with her mind. Then the film abruptly ended with the woman cutting the thread... what? Whoa. Absurdism in claymation form is probably too much for anyone to handle very early in the morning. But I was so mesmerized. It felt like watching my dreams on a screen. (Not that my dreams are necessarily absurdist.)

But then "Stir of Echoes" with Kevin Bacon followed, which meant it was probably time to go back to bed.

As I was tucking myself back for more shut-eye, my phone went off, informing me that Matthew Gray Gubler just tweeted something about Kevin Bacon. Now, I like spooky stories/movies/what-have-you as much as the next person, but this was getting a little too weird for me to stay conscious.

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In the same vein of eerie claymation shorts and Matthew Gray Gubler, here's one he made a few years ago, called "Claude: A Symphony of Horror":

funny people

Saw these guys in Edinburgh during the festival. Hilarious.
And as it turns out, they're also Oxford students! It's really weird how tiny the world is.

TOMORROW

Dufferin Grove. 7-10.
Live music, ghost stories, zines, art, and smores by the fire!

fall feelings

Rain just started to drizzle. It's cold out, but not the biting kind. Fall mornings have always been a favourite. I indulged myself today by staying in bed a few minutes (a half hour) more before rising. It's also around this time of year when it increasingly becomes more difficult to get up. But I'm actually glad I have morning classes. Last year, they were mostly in the afternoon, so my days always started late. My school schedule usually reflects how my day goes. I imagine it's the same for most students.

It always feels like as soon as noon passes, things begin to lose charm. Not just pertaining to appearance -- though make-up applied in the morning usually vanishes by 3pm, or at least its initial allure. I don't know, I guess the afternoon malaise just makes it harder to "keep on keepin' on" sometimes.

I miss being told that phrase repeatedly. I miss a lot of things.