And So It Begins

This is my first REAL entry to this blog-thing I have opted to create, so let's get started.

First of all, this was an extremely creepy night. I decided to take a late-night/early-morning walk around my hometown of Oakmont, and it could have gone better. Let me explain. I make fun of my little town quite a bit; it's overwhelmingly populated by senior citizens, it has absolutely no worthwhile places to eat cheaply (with the exception of Veltre's Pizza), and the entire town is built on a massive hill...which, of course, I live near the top of. Therefore, to get to the 'business district' built around Allegheny River Boulevard, I have to walk down that huge hill...and therefore back up it once my journey is complete. That being said, I maintain that Oakmont is one of the nicest places to walk around, especially at night. There's just something about my town in the dead of midnight that's just peaceful and calm. It lets me catch up on my thoughts (or just walk around with my iPod at full volume) and other such necessary activities.

Right, back to the story. It has been unseasonably warm the last two days (63 and 67 degrees respectively; let's not forget that this is Western Pennsylvania, not Florida), so I decided to briefly resurrect my favorite summer tradition of a late-night walk around Oakmont. From the moment I left my door, however, it just seemed...off. Not only were the trees completely bare, but throughout my entire walk, I had that eerie feeling that I was being followed. Looking behind me several times yielded nothing, but I just couldn't shake that damned feeling. The wind was also blowing quite forcefully, contributing even further to my sense of general wierdness. (If anybody's seen the movie Twister, it was EXACTLY like that moment when the old lady is looking out her window at her wind-chime sculptures and they all start going at once, complete with eerie music - in my case, that wierd sound-experimentation beginning of ELO's Fire On High on my iPod- and you just have this awful feeling of foreboding...EXACTLY like that) I honestly stopped dead in the middle of Washington Avenue and spent a good two minutes alternating between looking around worriedly, and convincing myself to calm the fuck down and keep walking.