scenes from a very sick little girl.

not so much loving the fact that this stupid cold has knocked me flat in a period of 48 hours. or the fact that i can't quite breathe out of my nose. or my mouth for that matter.

my bedroom has become a cave of germs, and i, the invalid who inhabits it.

the human condition. verdict: i have it.

do you ever just wish that god favored you over certain people?

i kind of do. 

i take it back. 

i do. straight up. 

does that make me a bad person?

no, it makes me human. i think. 

wait...

it probably makes me a bad person too. 

but to my credit, 

i laugh at people's jokes when they're not funny,

i pray before every meal, 

and i recycle. sometimes.

so that makes me a little bit more... good, right? 

yeah. i'm not buying it either.

i can't help it if sometimes i want to see that one person trip just once. one big hard fall. they've had it coming for quite some time now, let's be honest. and let's justify.

i'm a bad person. crap.

the most adorable pumpkin muffins you ever did see.

feeling under the weather as of yesterday... germophobia can only shield you from the common cold for so long. first time in two years, it has served me well.

however, until i'm alive and well again, i fear that i might bake to my death. this disease i've caught makes my statements paradoxical, and my pumpkin muffins fluffy. go figure.

happy 31st!

we celebrated this spooky night getting spoiled by grandma edith, and partying with our killer ward.

it was low-key, and wonderful.

precisely the way i like my halloween to be.

 

 but...

it's november the first in about twenty minutes.

which means it is finally legal to watch the family stone [on replay], drink egg nog, and put up a christmas tree in my big, beautiful bay window.

which maps out my day tomorrow in exactitude.

but for now,

happy halloween!

...

love, 

b.a., charlie chaplin, and a black eyed pea.

meet liz, the first.

just making shakespeare proud, no big.

the lengths a student will go to for extra credit.

crafted out of computer paper, and the rimming of a paper plate.

she has always been my funniest friend.

something festive.

i had fun not going to the howl like the rest of the world.

you know, the rest of the world being those who go to my school. and those who aren't cool enough to go to my school, and come to the howl anyway. 

posers.

the mary poppins pumpkin... would we expect anything less from me? she's my favorite girl.

 

so, instead of howling, we carved pumpkins, brewed up some wassil, and celebrated all hallows eve with stockard channing, sandy bullock, and nicole kidman.

[if you don't speak pop culture fluently, that means practical magic. sillies.]

how much more festive can you get?!

plus, we kind of thought we owed a little something to halloween...

considering the fact that we have been listening to christmas music since october first...

 when i told my mother that i would not be attending this "school dance", she was highly disappointed, and asked me why. i proceeded to tell her that i A: was opposed to the 10$ charge, and B: couldn't handle all of the grinding.

then she asked me what "grinding" was.

...

i changed the subject.

all in all, cousin night with the pumpkins was a success.

...a success that turned into cousin sleepover.

where i hauled my entire bed into melodey's room.

howl shmowl.

[insert rebecca black reference here.]

it is friday.

and in my obsession, and the celebration of no class for two days, i have found a new hobby.

thus, i give you the evolution of ryan reynolds:

 

canadian child superstar?

international revolutionary?

ahhh the nineties slicked back hair.

wow... zach morris meets lance bass. we've hit a rough patch, folks.

and we're back in the game. at sacred heart.

"it's cool. i like other girls. DARLA!"

...my personal favorite.

and let's be honest. some of his best work.

it's like, you've got the rest of your life made when you hit the big

screen with america's sweetheart.

gosh, i do love him.

p.s.

i got a haircut that looks like this:

 and i love it. just call me annemarie, and find me a dog named charlie.