wow I feel like hell.
3rd day i feel like I have a feaver, and I cant confirm it because my thermometer is broken and I feel too shitty to drive to get a new one. My parents are gone so Dan has been keeping me company. I'm so happy to have him, I'd be insanely lonely right now if I didn't (Also bored, and sad, etc). Im craving one of those orange immunity booster smoothies that the lil alf sells. If only there were such things as food teleporters...or one of those things they have on star treck where you program a recepy into it and BOOM! Instant food. Amber is bitching at me because she wants me to take her for a walk and all I feel like doing is watching Dan play Devil may cry and eventually passing out.
I'm trying to get Dan to sleep over tonight (he thinks I'm calling him a woman as I type.....hehe, woman...). Really cant wait till that new Tim Burton flick comes out.
Brain is going over things randomly...pie....butts......count of montey cristo O_O......It's probably the feaver.
(God I hope I dont have the flu like 4 years ago, that would suck so bad)
I <3 the sci fi club. All the people in there are amazing and a tad insane which means they're my kind of people. Missing Alfred a little bit, it really is beautiful at this time of year. Kinda like a solem farewell from nature before the big freeze.
Today was our first taste of fallish weather.
(Dan fianlly beat the 2nd level in dmc 3 on dante must die,lol)
I can officially say that fall is by far, my most favorite season ever. Halloween and thanksgiving (which always means that christmas is not a far cry away ^^). I have so many good memories from all of them. Trick or treating with the girls and meating Hodges's brother (who proceeded to wear a plastic bowl on his head), all those times at uncal richie and aunt ruthies with the wonderfull turky and the stuffing (before every one grew up and had kids), uncal michale sleeping over on christmas and wearing rediculous slippers, grandma and grandpa Russos christmas tree with all the old knick knacks, my great grandfather telling me old German Fary tales. So many many good memories. I wish I could bottle every one of them up in a jar and pull one out a memory every so often to relive once more.
*sigh* damn ageing, damn childhood being so short.
