Scaredy-Kat (the horror film festival designed to welcome me to adulthood) is on Saturday. If you want to laugh at me screeching like a baby everytime someone is murdered, you should come. Actually, you should come anyway. I like you. It's at Kellie's at 7.
To tell the truth, I'm already nervous. I have never sat through a horror movie in my life. I think Kim is crazy; Icabod had the right idea. (GI reference). I've made only two rules regarding this party; no beer and no Exorcist. I can't stomach The Exorcist. It's too real to me.