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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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!
I talked to my little brother on the phone today. In my mind he's seventeen still but he's turning twenty-one in March. It's all wrong. He sounds like a grown up man-person and he's about six-four apparently.

He and his girlfriend have been together for five years in April, and he told me he's going to propose then. They're also trying for a baby.

My face = :O to every single thing in this post.

Although he's apparently a big BSG fan which means we have something in common for what might be the first time ever.
"Develop your eccentricities while you are young. That way, when you get old, people won't think you're going gaga." - David Ogilvy

With this in mind I am now going to have to start making myself a little crazier. (NO COMMENTS, I meant the awesome kind of crazy and not the... me kind of crazy.) What would throw me over into 'eccentric madwoman' territory? Except, not lots of cats.

Oh hey look, let's do a writer's block!

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The only thing I miss about being a kid is the fact that you never had to worry about stuff like bills. If there was something that needed to be paid it would get paid and you'd never even know about it. Now that I'm living away from parentals it's clear how much I took that for granted. Damn daily life expenses.

I do not miss, however, not being able to reach high shelves or buy alcohol. (Except now that makes it sound like I was a boozey ten-year-old. Which was, of course, not the case. I was only allowed one martini a day and that was only if I tidied my room. My parents were pretty damn tough.)
This morning when I woke at the unholy hour of 6am I got up and stumbled about my room in the dark muttering hairband, where's a freaking hairband? (My cats steal them. I keep having to buy more cause the little fluffers keep stealing them! I have no idea where the hell they take them.) I finally stopped ranting when I found one and pulled my hair up. Then I went to the waredrobe to search for socks and something comes whizzing past my ear from behind me, hits the waredrobe door and bounces off onto the floor.

A hairband.

I checked my hair, thinking that one must have bounced off, but no, hairband still in place. I picked up the one on the floor, turned around and looked around the room wondering where the hell it came from. So instead of wondering more and stressing my brain I said "I already found one, but thanks!" and went out to get some breakfast.

Odd.

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