nothing new to say

My Halloween buying has mostly been curtailed this year due to weddings, birthdays, and importing boyfriends, but I finally grew tired of waiting to buy something, anything. And so I caved and bought three pumpkins of the plastic variety. Come my vacation [tomorrow!] I'll snag another real pumpkin and maybe some gourds, just for fun. Anyway, two of my triplets are those sparkle ones, and while I'm still a little worried that I'll find the bottoms have fallen off, they're cute. One is pissed off and the other is making that "heh heh, I don't get it... " face. The third is the more realistic I suppose, and it's somewhere between happy and confused. I liked him a lot more until I realized that while the sparkles take two batteries, this one takes three. And isn't half as bright. And he blinks. Weird. Still, he might survive longer than two years, so I guess I shouldn't judge. Ah, the blinking is if you move the switch to the other side.

Okay, done fidgeting with them for now. Sleepy, but I need a shower and to start my clothes through the wash so I can hang 'em up. Stupid effing dryer died. Again.

Annnnnd the computer is running slow. Bah. On the other hand, I do believe Pullip Hello Kitty has been shipped. :D

To do before Tuesday:
- move Alice's book case
- move TV and it's friends not gonna happen
- move bed trundle in front of bed.
- move stuff between bed and TV to Bob's room. [Bob the desk]
- clean the office

JOY. [Is not random-caps-itis if one does an entire word in caps. Then it's a sticky caps lock/scream. Some people are crazy.]

Time machine set to 80's

So the world has like nine billion sites on Harry Potter, but a girl can't find a decent non-review/blog for the good old BSC? How fair is that? Anyway, I thought I would wave around proof that either Scholastic is full of crap/, or it's the end of the world as we know it. While bored out of my skull, I took their little quiz, yes? Yes. And of allllllllllllll the options [all four], I ended up with Kristy. If you don't remember your BSC-lore, lemme just say that Kristy is the complete opposite of me for the last, I dunno, twenty-some odd years. I would've required massive amounts of anti-anxiety pills to have been around her, let alone be her. Even with my lowered tolerance for stupid people, I could never be a Kristy. Not even whiny movie Kristy. Ever. Sports, outgoing personality, and anchovies? Not me.

And for those who must, absolutely must know, I was Mary Anne until she got that nasty haircut that they NEVER let her outgrow despite it always looking like crap on the covers. Alllllllllllwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyysssss. But I had a thing for the blondes of the club and annoyed my cousins one summer debating the merits of Stacey versus Dawn.

Kristy. When hell freezes.