My Life as a Horror Movie

I don't know if it's because I have grown up in a more metropolitan area, but there's something about being in the country, especially at night, that gives me the creeps. I don't know if it's because there are so few people around or because it's so dark. I'm a little afraid of the dark. Or maybe it's because I have seen so many scary movies that are set in the country. Country people are always portrayed as being really strange (a la The Hills Have Eyes, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Evil Dead, The Shining, Children of the Corn, Blair Witch Project, etc.)

Last weekend, I was visiting a friend who lives in this small town in nowhere Illinois, population 16,000. As I was leaving his house, it was all dark out, and I was convinced some weirdo psycho killer was going to come rushing at me out of the shadows wielding a chain saw or wicked long knife. The drive home, even though it was along a highway, wasn't much better. I kept having visions of little girls in white dresses jumping out onto the road in front of me and causing me to crash my car. So, while I can visit the country once in awhile, give me big cities with plain old thugs with guns any time.

Now, I ain't saying you're a golddigger...

I heard on the radio the other day billionaires marry more brunettes than blondes. Apparently out of the world's top billionaires, 62% married brunettes. Now, I've been blonde for about 8 months now and have been trying to decide if I want to stay blonde because it's so much more upkeep, or return to my roots, so this is something to keep in mind. Not that I'm an active golddigger or anything, but there have been comments made by people in my past that have made me wonder if I'm in denial.

Case One: When I was in 4th grade, I remember taking this quiz with my best friend in some magazine, and it asked if you would rather be happy and poor or rich and unhappy. She, being the wise girl, chose happy and poor. While I was pondering which to put down, she said to me, "No offense, but I really think you would rather be rich and unhappy."

Case Two: When I was a freshmen in high school, I spent the summer working out our community pool. It was actually a family job, both of my sisters and my mom were all working there as well. One day, this guy I had never met before came up to me and said, "Oh, you're Susan's daughter, right? The one who loves money." I was so flabbergasted by that, I don't remember what I said in response. I do remember going and yelling at my mom afterwards since that was apparently how she was describing me to people.

Anyways, I think I have pretty much given up my dreams of marrying rich, but I guess it's important never to rule out any possibilities. : )