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I finally went to see The Woman in Black last night!

I’ve been wanting to see it for-e-ver for two reasons:

1. Dan Radcliffe. ‘Nuf said.

2. I really thought it looked like a good, creepy-scary movie.

I went to a 7:30 showing, at a theater I’d never been to before, in a mall I didn’t even know existed, in a town I can’t find my way around without GPS, alone. Just me. All by myself.

Since I have been wanting to see this for-e-ver, I decided not to let everyone else’s lack of interest stop me.

Here are my thoughts on the experience as a whole:

Scary.

When I finally found the “mall” that had the theater in it, the parking lot was practically empty. I wasn’t sure where would be the best place to enter, so I found a main mall entrance and parked. Upon entering the mall, I was first struck by the old bowling alley/grandma’s house smell that permeated the air. It was clean, though, so I persevered. The mall itself was just like any other, if a little dated, except that 75% of the shops were out of business, with heavy metal grates locked tight, and black plastic shifting ever-so-slightly in the light movement of stale air. Also, it was completely empty. I didn’t see another person in sight.

Okay, so that’s creepy.

I make my way around, hunting for the theater, and rushing past the empty store fronts as quickly as I dared without breaking into a run.The theater itself was tucked into a corner on the complete opposite end of the mall. It wasn’t deserted like everything else, though, and the smell of popcorn reached me well before I entered the theater. Altight. Things are looking up. The flashing lights of the arcade and the familiar sound of the concessions was comforting.

I bought my ticket, found my theater, grabbed a seat in the middle, broke out my movie stash (yes, I’m a candy smuggler), and settled in………to an almost completely empty room. There was only two other people in there with me. Well, that’s okay; I hate people who chatter throughout movies, so I was sure that wouldn’t be a problem here.

The movie was good. I liked it. I thought it was creepy and interesting. It was a little slow at times, getting into the mystery and the story, but once it did, it was suspenseful and scary. I was stumped by what was happening, and I wanted to solve the mystery behind the townspeople’s clear dislike of poor little Harry Potter Arthur Kipps. Dan Radcliffe was great. Aside from seeing him as Harry once or twice, he did an excellent job of NOT being Harry. He was sad and lonely, and convincing as the young widower.

The end of the movie was not wholly satisfying. And that’s all I’ll say.

As the credits rolled, I gathered my things, put on my coat, and headed out…….to a dark and empty lobby that was corded off, and wouldn’t allow me access back into the mall.

I knew it.

I had to exit the mall, walk all the way around the outside of the entire building, in the dark, alone. Just me. By myself.

I called my sister to keep me company while I walked, but the whole time, in my head, I was calculating my chances, should I stumble onto the apparition of a ghostly woman in black or a gaggle of zombies (I’m pretty sure that’s what a small group of zombies is called…a large group is definitely a horde, but I think smaller groups are gaggles). Honestly, I quickly waved off the fear of the woman in black, because she was just a ghost. She’s probably make me pee my pants in fear, but that would most likely be the extent of my terror and humiliation. The zombies on the other hand would try to chase me down and eat me alive. This, obviously, was the bigger concern.

I knew weapons were out. I had nothing, save half a roll of Thin Mints, an empty bottle of Sobe Lifewater, and my purse. Granted, my purse weighs, like, 65 pounds, but it’s not quite deadly enough to take out a zombie. I came to the realization that the one weapon I had on hand was cardio. I could definitely make it to my car before a zombie could catch me, as long as I was alert and ready to run. I even had sneakers on, so I was prepared. I’ve been training for this.

Alas, I was not set upon by rotting corpses hoping to digest my gray matter, so I didn’t get to put it to the test, but I did make it home safe and sound so that I could create this tutorial for you. You’re welcome.

I first shared my TARDIS iPhone case with you back in December. I had just upgraded my iPhone, and I desperately wanted a Doctor Who case for it, but I didn’t want just some picture of one of the Doctors printed on rubber and slapped on the back. I wanted something unique, cute, and girly in its own way. Fortunately, Jen Yates, of Epbot, had recently posted a DIY Phone Cover tutorial, so I used that as a guide, and created my glittery, sparkly TARDIS case myself. [read more→]

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