I'm writing that primarily to remind myself that it is, indeed, Halloween. It's gray and cold and gloomy today - perfect for a spooky night, but a spooky morning this ain't. The only scary thing that's happened so far was me waking up with this realization:
"I HAVE TO GET OUT OF BED?"
My bed was so warm. And I was so sleepy. And I'm still so sleepy. And I still can't believe I'm not in bed and I want to be back there NOW.
Fortunately, today is a light day, since I'm ::coughditchingclasscough:: tonight, leaving me with only a science lab and guitar class to survive before I can go home and get back into bed for a few hours before going to the West Hollywood Carnaval. I've only been once before, but we got there when it was dying down and it was STILL insane. I'm looking forward to much more insanity tonight. Especially given that I'll probably stay at home tomorrow night and watch TV. *g*
My roommate gave me a great, WeHo-appropriate idea - I'm going as a candy raver, complete with green wig, baggy pants, and sparkles. Primarily because I have a green wig, baggy pants, and sparkles. There will be pictures, oh yes.
Last night, Alison and I went to a NaNowRiMo mixer, which was filled with all sorts of fun characters. But, by chance, we happened to meet The Fanboy's Dream - a beautiful, geeky woman who happens to be an assistant to hewhowrotethexfilesepisodewiththegoatsucker (real name omitted for fear of saying-too-much). For real. She was impressed that a) we'd both seen all of season 9, b) didn't necessarily hate her boss, and c) were female - we talked for nearly an hour about any number of geeky things, ranging from Jonathan Franzen to the San Diego ComicCon to Scott Bakula's puppy on Enterprise. We exchanged numbers, and so Alison and I are currently trying to figure out how to hang out with her more, so as to slowly reveal our deep, intense love for her.
Oh, and so it looks like I'm really going to try and write a novel in a month - along with completing a screenplay, a Six Feet Under, and the last of my classwork.
This'll be pretty funny. A comedy of errors, at least.
Now, to fetch the guitar and go to class. And soon, partying!