Friday night was the KAOS Halloween party and I went as The Grudge. It was badarse and there were compliments on the creepy, but alas I don't have any other photos than that one of me creeping at the door of the LFoD.

On Saturday night we did our now annual horror movie Halloween with candy and delicious and scary ourselves silly. The movie selection this year was Mirrors, The Ward, Hide & Seek, and Skeleton Key. (Our warm-up during the week was Simpson's Treehouse of Horror episodes and Scream 4.)

In the middle of all this stuff we had a girly tea-party. Because.


I am 172 centimeters tall.
This makes me taller than 25.1% of men and 85.7% of women.

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spacefem.com/quizzes/tall/



Huh.

I was having this discussion yesterday with Lara about how I always think that I'm average height or just below average, probably because most of my friends are at least a half an inch taller than me and because both of my parents are taller. I still wish I was taller though. I feel more like my 'proper' height in a pair of high heels, which is why I don't really like wearing flats. (The 'living with people who skew the average' is the reason I always think of myself as still being flat-chested when I'm a C. I blame living with three girls who were DDs and above.)

Alison is doing NaNo right now, you guys! SHE'S A FOOL!
Christmas day was spent with Lara and Laura and Ariadne (because we can't get rid of her) and there was White Wine In The Sun (because it has to now be capitalised) and we ate lots of noms and sat around watching films: Clue, The Addams Family, The Ring 2, Dungeons and Dragons, and Ghostbusters 2.

Dungeons and Dragons is the funniest movie I have ever seen. Oh god, you guys, I can't even fully describe it.

And The Ring 2 isn't scary at all except for when Samsara comes crawling up the side of the well at the end which was PURE UNDILUTED NIGHTMARE FUEL and suddenly my cool collectedness was flying all over the couch and squealing. I didn't hold with that, Samara, but thank you for not being in the verydark driveway just now when I walked Laura out. (Lara kept making comments about how Naomi Watts had to watch out because she was hanging out with Satan, and we decided there was a secret pact that The Ring series was only allowed to have Australian/New Zealand actors in it.)

Alison is at the coast and an Alisonless LFoD is a sad and wrong LFoD.

It's now 11.30 so... Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. I'll catch you on Boxing Day. (DISCLAIMER: All previously mentioned catching will be online only as I plan to not leave the house even a little.)

Now... TO THE TEA!
It's raining and so lovely.

Living with [livejournal.com profile] artemisofluna is a blast. She's hilarious and sweet and she cooks. That's an all service Lara right there.

(Also, last night at about 3am me and Lara moved the fridge and cleaned under it. IT HAD TO BE DONE. There are photos and it's horrifying.)
I love reading [livejournal.com profile] housematehorror. It makes me realise that despite any problems we have in our household, living in the LFoD is, in actual fact, bliss. Because we don't live with any of those people. Thank the gods on high for that piece of mercy. (Although, maybe the flatmates might disagree and I could see someone on there very soon who is rather vividly like me... Hmmmm. I prepare to live in fear of this day.)

The first night of the 48 was excellent, even though it was raining. Tonight is going to be colder and wetter and windier, and it's been snowing/sleeting all day. Coooold. Drank quite a bit though I remained little more than tipsy, and there was quite a bit of glorious snogging going on. Ah, drunken boys and their amusingness. Who can resist such temptations?

Tonight it has been promised that there will be Boosh music. Oh hells yes. We're getting The Tundra Rap, because it's fitting to the current weather. The weather in which I find it a challenge to feel my fingers properly.
LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.

Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.

I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.

EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.

Rock on, my bitches.

\m/>.<\m/
Oh fingers, why you so cold?

There is a rat balanced rather precariously upon my head. He's going to fall and he knows it, which is why he keeps burying his claws in my scalp. Ow, Byron! He needs to learn to remain in more comfortable places. Not very bright is he.

Everyone is out now and the house is stupidly quite, which means I require music. And now that that's fixed in a minute I'm about to call someone to ask about an Othello audition. Because, mmmm, Othello. I haven't done any proper acting since high school so it's very possible I suck at it by now but, hey, it's just an audition. No harm in that. I wish I still had the singing voice I used to in my earlyish teens because then I could do muuusicals. I loves me some musicals.

Alison and I got out the first season of Queer As Folk last week and it was awesome, especially in the deja vu kind of way. Man, I used to love that show so much. I am discovering I am still quite fond. Jen got sucked into it as well toward the end of the season and now both she and Ali and flailing over Season Finale Dramah. It's funny ;D And then we watched the first episode of Dexter (with bubbly!) when it was on the telly the other night. Good, although I'm not yet sure what I make of it. I shall withhold judgement until I've seen a few more.

Sena brought around the latest episode of SPN and I now can't get the silly fake theme song out of my head:

Ghost, Ghost Facers! We go the places where the others will not!
Ghost, Ghost Facers! We stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot!


Heh heh heh.

And, oh! The Sarah Conner Chronicles are going to start soon! Fuck yeah! I'm really hoping it's going to be good. Please wipe all memory of that terrible third film from my mind.
Oh man, I wish I was making cupcakes right now. Raen's icon makes me crave them like mad but since we're shopping this afternoon the pantry will be rather empty of cupcake making supplies at the moment. But there will be cupcakes for the drinkies this Friday. Because we are a ladies flat and we do ladies things, like brightly decorated cupcakes. And metric shit tons of tequila. I'll throw some of those little silver balls into it all.

First medieval feast was good although by the end I felt like I was going to explode from the amount of food I'd eaten. Especially the pottage cheese and bread. We stole more from the table next to us. And then after the feast we came back to the LFoD and watched the last two Batman movies. Batman Forever was a lot better when I was twelve. I remember them being a very good movie. How very very wrong I was. And we all already expected the horror of Batman and Robin, for no one has the power to block the ice-related puns from memory. We marked them all down on the sliding door in the living room so we will never forget. Someone who wasn't me also drew a stick man doing obscene things to Catwoman. Can't trust any one these days.

Alison keeps making fun of Baudelaire for being the Goodyear Rat. Poor thing! He's going to get a rodent self esteem issue, the little fatty.
I'm so the guy in this flat. Even when we have an actual sort of guy here, I'm still the one make comments about breasts.

Tim came over to watch the Victoria's Secret show the other night. He claims he was just following Sam, but we know the truth. This is, after all, the boy who used to just happen to show up at the right time on Friday nights to watch America's Next Top Model with us, so we really can't believe anything he claims about his television habits.

Anyway, none of the VS models were rated higher than a four out of ten, except for Miranda Kerr who apparently got a six. Must be her cuteness. Apparently if Heidi Klum shows up at his house he'll send her to the nursing home.

Jessica White is made of hot but needs to eat something. Really.

My votes for next year's VS show: Caroline YOU FOOLS. Judith (nudity), Bianca, Cintia, Pania (but only if she puts on a bit of weight), Tamiris, Emanuela, and Crystal (but that's never going to happen.)

And notes to VS:

1. I don't care if Ana broke contract to model a catalogue for someone who paid her better: Get her back. Seriously.

2. Rosie can look this. So why do you keep giving her awful outfits in the show?
Dean: SAMMY!
Jen and Sena: DEAN!!!

*cackles* You should hear how these girls squeal at the season finale (part 1) for Supernatural. It's hilarious! Sena CRIED! Don't let her deny it! My poor ears are tortured from hearing screams of fear, and "NOO!!!!" and "SAAAAAMMM!!!"

EDIT: Jen informs me she cried too, the big pussy.

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