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Ow, everything below the waist hurts!
Nov. 1st, 2009 11:23 amOh, Halloween. Like all other holidays, you promise me so much, and yet at the end of the night, only you leave me broken and bloody, bruised and writhing in agony, all while still feeling that it just wasn't quite enough.
Sigh.
I underestimated how much time I would need for various projects and overslept. Our pumpkin was eaten by bugs before I got to carve it (so thus there was no delicious smell of burnt pumpkin top and I weep at this) and the boy swears he couldn't find any at the grocery store. Of course there was the overpriced church pumpkin patch which I'm certain had some, but heaven forbid we remember it's not Halloween without setting fire to pumpkin lids! GRUMBLE. I didn't get to see Worst Witch either, which I figured would be plenty do-able after trick or treating. Except HBO was playing Australia, which is approximately seven years long, and Dad seemed hellbent on watching ALL of it. All while still channel surfing. Now, you might recall that I have a DVD player up here (computers are fun!) or in my room. Why did I not utilize them? Mums was up here and Widget was still awake and Sean had gone out partying/whatever it is his sorryexcuse for a father ass does. All I wanted was to sit down, prop my legs up, and watch Tim Curry go insane as the Grand High Wizard. Was that so wrong?
Bother. The actual trick or treating was... proof that I do not want kids. Oh, sure, they were all cute as hell. (One Tink, one Ariel, one fairy of Disney persuasion, and one Michael Jackson) Sadly, Disney Fairy and MJ kept squabbling and MJ kept sulking. Tink was more interested in picking up the leaves and sticks (and trying all her candy, but not really eating much of it) that Ariel kept finding so she could avoid. Ariel had to make many a bathroom stop (one involved going all the way back to our house, the other involved hoping a neighbor would kindly let Tink and Ariel use the facilities. They did.) and the night ended earlier than expected because MJ and Disney Fairy decided they were done. I ended up walking hand in hand with Ariel and occasionally Tink, because Ariel decided it was so. Tink would occasionally appear and hold out her hand. I don't recall if I was the tallest or the second tallest, but still. I'm much, much taller than these two and so I was pretty much the hunchback of the neighborhood, because Ariel had pretty heels on and was enjoying clacking around in them. So we fell way, way, way behind.
I'll tell you a bit of a secret. Miss Ariel is my favorite of the two, and I feel bad that I even have a favorite. I think it's because she seems to like me and with kids I'm either a hit or a massive miss. Also, I love that when we were walking behind everyone (before we lagged so far behind that we pretty much lost everyone), she shone the flashlight on Widget and said, "And there's Michael Jackson. Sometimes I call him my Michael Jackson, because he is. My MJ." It was the cutest thing ever. I swear.
Afterwards, Widge started handing out stuff he'd accumulated over the months and I felt bad for Disney Fairy. It's no fun when everyone else gets stuff and you don't (like, for instance, when everyone else brings all the other adults candy and you get NOTHING. Until someone puts a piece in your bag and you're all, "eeee!" until the end of the night when they take it, and the candy you trick or treated from your own damn bowl. I nearly cried. :( ) so I ran upstairs and found my second copy of Very Funny Elizabeth and gave it to her. Well, first I asked, and she actually seemed like she wanted it. Plus, it was in better condition than I remembered. Score.
So. Halloween, you may have won this round, but when my head stops aching, my legs stop hurting, and my knees return to normal, I'll take you on again next year. And you'll be going down.
I find it hysterical that MTV edited so much of Scream 3. So much of their normal content is more offensive than a lot of the stuff they were cutting out/changing.
Oh, AG fandom. You're so filled with wank that only the Charmed fandom back in the day can compare. At least, amongst the fandoms I've lurked in over the years. You so beat the MS vs. Bratz, Pullips, and other... stuff. Good... job?
Sigh.
I underestimated how much time I would need for various projects and overslept. Our pumpkin was eaten by bugs before I got to carve it (so thus there was no delicious smell of burnt pumpkin top and I weep at this) and the boy swears he couldn't find any at the grocery store. Of course there was the overpriced church pumpkin patch which I'm certain had some, but heaven forbid we remember it's not Halloween without setting fire to pumpkin lids! GRUMBLE. I didn't get to see Worst Witch either, which I figured would be plenty do-able after trick or treating. Except HBO was playing Australia, which is approximately seven years long, and Dad seemed hellbent on watching ALL of it. All while still channel surfing. Now, you might recall that I have a DVD player up here (computers are fun!) or in my room. Why did I not utilize them? Mums was up here and Widget was still awake and Sean had gone out partying/whatever it is his sorry
Bother. The actual trick or treating was... proof that I do not want kids. Oh, sure, they were all cute as hell. (One Tink, one Ariel, one fairy of Disney persuasion, and one Michael Jackson) Sadly, Disney Fairy and MJ kept squabbling and MJ kept sulking. Tink was more interested in picking up the leaves and sticks (and trying all her candy, but not really eating much of it) that Ariel kept finding so she could avoid. Ariel had to make many a bathroom stop (one involved going all the way back to our house, the other involved hoping a neighbor would kindly let Tink and Ariel use the facilities. They did.) and the night ended earlier than expected because MJ and Disney Fairy decided they were done. I ended up walking hand in hand with Ariel and occasionally Tink, because Ariel decided it was so. Tink would occasionally appear and hold out her hand. I don't recall if I was the tallest or the second tallest, but still. I'm much, much taller than these two and so I was pretty much the hunchback of the neighborhood, because Ariel had pretty heels on and was enjoying clacking around in them. So we fell way, way, way behind.
I'll tell you a bit of a secret. Miss Ariel is my favorite of the two, and I feel bad that I even have a favorite. I think it's because she seems to like me and with kids I'm either a hit or a massive miss. Also, I love that when we were walking behind everyone (before we lagged so far behind that we pretty much lost everyone), she shone the flashlight on Widget and said, "And there's Michael Jackson. Sometimes I call him my Michael Jackson, because he is. My MJ." It was the cutest thing ever. I swear.
Afterwards, Widge started handing out stuff he'd accumulated over the months and I felt bad for Disney Fairy. It's no fun when everyone else gets stuff and you don't (like, for instance, when everyone else brings all the other adults candy and you get NOTHING. Until someone puts a piece in your bag and you're all, "eeee!" until the end of the night when they take it, and the candy you trick or treated from your own damn bowl. I nearly cried. :( ) so I ran upstairs and found my second copy of Very Funny Elizabeth and gave it to her. Well, first I asked, and she actually seemed like she wanted it. Plus, it was in better condition than I remembered. Score.
So. Halloween, you may have won this round, but when my head stops aching, my legs stop hurting, and my knees return to normal, I'll take you on again next year. And you'll be going down.
I find it hysterical that MTV edited so much of Scream 3. So much of their normal content is more offensive than a lot of the stuff they were cutting out/changing.
Oh, AG fandom. You're so filled with wank that only the Charmed fandom back in the day can compare. At least, amongst the fandoms I've lurked in over the years. You so beat the MS vs. Bratz, Pullips, and other... stuff. Good... job?