I took another quiz. The name of it is: What's Your Horror Movie Death?
Here's the results.


When Action Figures Turn Violent
You devoted your life to acquiring all the dolls, toys and memorabilia you could get your hands on, but ironically, one of your precious collectibles chose to take that life away. Maybe the creepy lady down the block had a garage sale and you accidentally bought a puppet possessed by a murderer. Maybe your new toy robot was programmed to destroy humanity. Or maybe that dirty old clown doll you found on the street really was evil. In a frightening collectible rebellion, the malicious toy tried to sell you on eBay, but then it found out you were more valuable in parts. Not pretty.

(Here is the link: http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz_main.php?id=2608&theme=movies )

I took this quiz around 11:30 at night, so when I went to bed half an hour later, I was a teensy bit frightened of my stuffed animals. Yah, yah, don't tell me, I already know what a cowardly freak I am.

I think it all goes back to my childhood...

Back in the day, I owned around ten Barbies (including the guys). Being that some were gifts and some were begged for, I like some more than most. That made my little innocent heart feel guilty. One day, my seven-year-old self had a dream. In this dream I asked one of my most loved Barbies if she liked me back. And in this cruel voice she said "No" and turned her head slowly. It was part Twilght Zone's Talking Tina part Chuckie, although at that time I knew nothing of either. Well, my aghast little self was hurt deeply, but wanted to make one thing sure. I asked her if she hated me. She stared unblinkingly at me and replied "Yes". My little heart filled with woe, for my loved Barbie hated me, so my others must downright murderously loath me.

Then I woke up. I'm pretty sure that was my first step to hating Barbies.

(However, I'm not saying I would still like Barbies if that had never accured. Now I also hate Barbies because they are looked upon the "ideal" in the female body, which unbelievably unrealistic. Especially because if Barbie was a real life person, she would have to walk on all fours because she's top heavy. Yet we give these dolls to children and they figure it's the norm. Please.)

So I quickly abandoned Barbies and journeyed into the stuffed animal world. There I have stayed, although I haven't bought a stuffed animal for a long time. I still love my old ones though.

At least I haven't dreamt about their rebellion yet.