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!
One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT, WORLD. Nothing can make anything bad right now.

Party last night was really good and people were to bright and colourful. For those who are unaware I was wearing FLUORO ORANGE TROUSERS. That's a sight that you will never see again. People were fun and awesome - Dollhouse, I ♥ you and your parties.*

Tonight I sort out travel details for August and then I can email parentals about flights. I am going to rock Sydney and Nimbin ♥

*Me: Hey, they all live in the Dollhouse... but that don't really exist in an innocent childlike state.
Alison: *snort* That would be the very opposite of what they are.

TV, you lied to me again.
The flat is currently caring for a toddler overnight and I have discovered that of all the talking I do at him (definatly 'at' because he's too little to converse) his favourite word above all others is 'necromancy.' Necromancy makes him giggle and clap his hands.

I have high hopes for this child.

But because there is a limit to how many times I can fall on the floor when he pretends to kill me (CHILDREN ARE EXHAUSTING) I am hiding in my room with tea and gorgeous female singers. Sadly, those are only in picture form.


With the gorgeous of Emilie Autumn, Amanda Palmer, Christina Scabbia and Simone Simons )
So, the plan for tonight was to turn the four metres of red fabric I bought into a dress instead. So Jen and I watched Mean Girls (OH YES WE DID) while I laid it all out on the floor and sort of made a pattern out of newspaper. By twenty minutes later I decided that I had no a clue what I was doing and maybe cutting the cloth up and just sort of pasting it to my body wasn't the best idea. I'll see if I can instead get a hold of Sam verysoon and she can tell me what to do, because whatever I was thinking wasn't working.

I lack the skills.

So I decided that I would work on the button holes on my other dress... but I have no blue thread to match it.

So tonight I got exactly nothing done on my medieval clothes, except for getting Jen into them and finding she looked quite hot in them. (But, let's face it, girl looks pretty damn good in most things, the sexy-waisted excellent-breasted cow. Although, a cow would mean udders not breasts and now there's all this imagery going on in my head and it needs to stop immediately.)

For the first time in a year I have dyed my hair. A YEAR. That's pretty much the longest I gone without dying it since I was about sixteen, which is madness. No photos, because it's not that dramatic. Just a rather pretty and very non-medieval berry sort of red. It has a nice sun glow to it but not the radioactive I used to have.
On Saturday night there was a Heroes and Villains party. So I say to myself, Self, who is the most bestest and sexiest villain?

The answer is, of course, The Hitcher. He will, after all, harness the powers of evil to abuse you. In song format.

I'm a cockney... I'm a cockney... )

A few people got who I was. Everyone else was just confused to why I kept speaking to them in a bad cockney accent and threatening to put them in dolphin suits...
Tonight all four of us at the LFoD sat on the couch and watched Friday Night Lights topless. Yes, there is photographic evidence. No, you may not see it. :D But - and you might not believe this - Jen started it! Jen's breasts are becoming more and more visible in the flat save for strategically placed hands.

Happy Birthday to me, baby. ♥

In the morning I am going to be woken with PANCAKES. I loves me some pancakes. And then I get PARTY! DRINKINGS AND FUN!

:D

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