Spookityness

Halloween at Movie World was kind of awesome yesterday. The Movie World people wandering around in spooky costumes were awesome (Spike, Elvira, and the Addams Family were all there,) and the clouds of fog and mist were freaky cool. There was too much light to be really scary, but yeah, what would you expect from a family night at a theme park.

Highlights: after waiting in line for an hour and a half (I do not tell a lie) to go on the Superman Escape ride, getting to the very top of that first huge curve and seeing all of Surfers' laid out like a diamond necklace. Singing along to the Ghostbusters theme song (as performed by Bugs and Daffy, piped in very loud all over the park.) Watching ghostly figures emerge from the mist in the Main Street. Spiderwebs. Children looking adorable in costume, teenage and middle-aged people looking much less adorable in costume, and those terrifying people you really hoped were wearing a costume but you somehow doubted it...

I brought home two mallow-pops, a Batman one and a Superman one. Here they are before I ated them.

Also a Batman plushie. I knew it had been a good night when I woke up the next morning, still clutching my plushie.

Catching Up

Well, I had a bit of a holiday from blogging, lazy me. But it just didn't seem like fun. Inspiration is a strange thing - sometimes I have it in buckets, other times not so much. And I'm terrified of the 'not so much' times - one of the reasons I'm not in a creative industry is that I can't abide the thought of building my life around inspiration only to one day, wake up with no ideas.

I enrolled for next semester's uni courses this morning, in an incredibly painful forty-five minute session in their online enrolment doover. I groaned, I wailed, I said "bugger." Not fun, kids.

My friends had a baby yesterday. Squee much? I went and bought him a book, and I'll probably mail it to them tomorrow, even though there is no way he'll be wanting to read it in the next two weeks before I get home and see them in person. It's a very cute book about puppy dogs. Also bought my littlest sister's Christmas pressie, but must be all shh on that front because it is a secret.

I'm hurriedly finishing this up now, because in about five minutes people will arrive to take me to Halloween at Movie World. Despite the fact that Halloween was actually yesterday. I'm sure it will be fun nonetheless. As far as I know, and despite my aunt's crazy schemes, we're not going costumed. Thank goodness.

Ooh, before I go, here be the cutest website in the world - the eLouai Doll Maker. I maded some dolls. It's addictive.

Can I go to bed yet?

So. In order to attempt to keep awake at uni today, I consumed ruinously expensive amounts of black coffee and 'Sugarfree V' (which tastes completely foul. I never drink it unless I absolutely have to), and now I am not any less tired but I am, in addition, vaguely sloshing when I move.

I am really glad I went to see my sister yesterday. Already the fogs of memory (or perhaps exhaustion) are obfuscating the sore feet and stomach-cramping anxiety of a bus ride to the wrong place, the uncomfortably damp Dunlop Volleys and the loong, looong waits in various queues. Instead, inside my head, the sun shines, the perfect present for my brother is the perfect price, the pizza is pleasantly tolerable, and the Giant Drop lingers like a firework in the back of my mind.
In a week, I will be able to say it was a perfect day.
The most I can say about it right now is that I survived.