So after failing at my first horror movie experience today, I finally understand the whole "why is he going in there? DON'T GO IN THERE. I fucking told you so." I somehow allowed myself to get roped into going to a super-scary haunted corn maze on Thursday. Somehow I don't think having a big strong boy there (the original selling point) is going to distract me from the terror, the humiliation from the terror, and the awkwardness on account of how there are only three of us now. I also went to my friends' youthgroup today, and I can't decide which was scarier; The Last Exorcism, or her youth pastor talking about cussing.