it feels like love in the strangest way

Have I ever told you guys that I have a massive fear of clowns?

I went to the Sports and Trade Show at the arena today, and let me tell ya, it was depressing as hell to walk the rinks without any ice on them.  I felt like I was in a ghost town.  HOCKEY COME BACK :(

When I first got there, I heard someone behind me say “hey, do you like clowns?”  So, I turned around, saw a clown and went AHHHHHH.  ‘Cause, like I said, I’m deathly scared of the things.  Of course, the clown ended up being Cam.  I told him he scared the crap out of me and he LOLed @ the fact that I was that afraid.  We talked for a while and he proceeded to stealdrink half of my chilled McDonald’s coffee (it’s an icecap only more liquidy!)  I ended up drinking two more of those bad boys, so I’m liable to be wired for the rest of the day and possibly the night.

Anyway.  My dear friends, I will have nightmares of Cameron as a clown tonight.  I’m sure of it. 

So, I think I have coulrophobia (fear of clowns).  Maybe not as extreme as this chick:

But I’m still pretty damn feaked.  I hated going into my mom’s old room at my grand-parents’ house ’cause there were like clown pictures and a clown doll in it.  Once, when I opened her closet, the doll was on the top shelf and I just stared at it, petrified with my mouth wide open and then “AHHHHHHH SKjdfhawiuerhtfkjadhfk *bolt for the door*”

I’m nearing 16 years old and I still haven’t EVER slept in that room.  And I likely never will.  Even if the clowns are taken out.

And yes, by the way, Ronald McDonald are scares the bajeezus outta me:

Holy shit what the eff is on his nose.  A cup?  What child in their right mind would take food from that?  Even if it is Ronny McDonny.  I mean he’s got psycho-pedo-murderer written all over him.  Now, go ahead, look at the other old McDonald’s commercials.  I dare you.

I think part of the main reasons why I’m so afraid of clowns is because of my 6th birthday party.  I got my cat, Potiron, that day, but something horrible happened to ruin even that moment…  My dad dressed up as a clown and did tricks and stuff.  I was like “WOW MAN COOL” for a while until my older cousin Jess came up to me and said “Alex, that’s not your dad.”  At first I was in denial, but she kept saying it until I was sure she was telling the truth.  I was so scared… oh my god that moment is vivid in my mind to this day.  I’d never been so traumatized in my life.  The worst thing is, it was my dad.  y cousin was just trying to freak me out.  WELL, HELL, IT WORKED.  From then on I realized that you never know who’d under all that makeup and the fake smile… it could be an imposter-psycho-killer dun dun dunn.  

Then, when I was a bit older, my brother and dad would sing that creepy clown song to freak me out.  I don’t know what it’s called but it was on a old movie, I think.  Anyway, I’m sure you can guess what I’m talking about.  SO, one time we were driving back from the lake, late at night, and my dad told me that there was a clown under our car, holding on until we get home, where he would grab our ankles and pull us under when we got out of the car.  WTF I KNOW.  I was soooooo scared, I think I cried.  But anyway, he and my brother sang that creepy song for most of the way home after that.  I didn’t sleep all night.

I can’t say I don’t ask for it, though.  I always beg my dad to tell me creepy stories, even if I know I’ll end up being traumatized after.  I know.  I’m weird.

You know what?  I think I’m going to go draw a creepy clown.  :)  Just to see how creepy a clown I could come up with.  One that i could possibly have nightmares of.  Mwhahahaha.

p.s. HAHAHAHAHA PHILLY HAHAHAHAHA.  I can’t stand the Penguins but omg is it ever sweet to see the Flyers little bitch-trap-crap-goals-plan get shut down.