i'm going down to sleep at the bottom of the ocean

yesterday, i went to hornell, and from there we went to a cook-out in swain, which is an incredibly beautiful and quaint town made up of two streets.  the post office is a little bigger than an outhouse, and the bar is the biggest building in the town (because, obviously, there can't be that much to do).  my great aunt & uncle (who is the definition of a redneck, and not in a bad way either) live right next to the bar and the traintracks, and as we were leaving the train went by, and a couple of people came out of their houses to watch it.  clearly, it was the entertainment center of the town.  there was this huge huge huge hill ('raddlesnake hill") surrounding swain, and when you opened up the door, that was all that you saw - the vibrant green hill, the bar (where you could tell that it was a place for the regulars, where "everybody knows your name...."), and the sky.  and it smelt great too- like a farm, without the poop.

on the way home i persuaded my mom to take a detour - to the supposedly extremely haunted goodleburg cemetary[the discovery channel even included it in a documentary, if that counts for anything].  she met up with her friend who lived a couple of roads from where we got lost, (who makes quite the commute to work everyday).  he drove us to the cemetary, and we walked around.  it was super small, EXTREMELY vandalized, and it didnt seem too spooky there, until we got home and did some research on it.

we realized some  weird coincidences, but it was probably just in our minds.  apparently, an abortion doctor in the 1800s, dr. goodleburg, illicitly performed many abortions on women(my mom noticed how many women's graves there were, and how they said "wife of...", like the women were possessions) he burried the aborted fetuses in 1-2 feet deep unmarked graves(there were tones of small, unmarked stones), and the same with women who didn't survive the procedure  (supposedly he also threw them in the pond, but i read somewhere that it was created 3 years ago).  he then hanged himself on a nearby pine tree before his trial.  supposedly, hellhounds roam the area and feed on bones from the shallow graves, which is weird, because my there was a dog barking, probably from the nearby house, and my mom joked around about 'hounds from hell', something she'd never say.   there have been recordings of a woman saying "wheres my baby", and dozens of pictures with orbs and faces, but obviously its easy to imagine and pick a face out of a stone wall and a bunch of weeds in the dark. 

picture time!





i cant say that i believe in ghosts, but it was really fun and exciting to go.
well, i must get ready to go to softball, and this is a game i, for some reason, really want to play.
peace <3

tomorrow i am going to hornell 
yay

but, in keeping with the theme of constantly posting inane things on my new account, here is a survey(to be answered in pictures) that i nabbed from heather, who stole it from someone else.

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1) Who are you?

2) Where were you born?

3) Where do you live now?

4) Where do you wish you were?

5) What does your room look like?

6) Who are you in love with?
  
7) Who is your best friend?

8) Who do you miss and not hangout with enough?

9) What is your favorite band/singer?

[note=this is in reference to zeppelin, not to bobby's solo days]
10) What is your favorite movie?

11) What makes you happy?
           
12) What is your favorite sport?

13) What is your favorite pair of shoes?

14) Do you have any bad habits?

15) What is your favorite drink?

16) What do you believe in?

17) What is your favorite smell?

18) What is your favorite fruit?

19) What are your plans for the future?
or
20) What or who are you thinking about right now?

21) Who is your hero?

22) What is the last movie you watched?