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I don't think I'm ever going to be too old to catch snowflakes on my tongue.

I love Halloween. It's just nifty-fun. I wish I'd had more time to get together a costume, but I've been wicked busy. I'm going out Trick-or-Eating -- we're going door to door and collecting food for the foodbank.

Although our plan does seem to be rapidly deteriorating.



LJ seems to be on crack. I've gotten some messed up emails that say that people have replied to entries, only they haven't. There's one reply to my last entry, the meme, that I can see from this computer at school.

Cracked out. Really.



I'm one of those people who thinks that as long as it's cold, we might as well have snow. Everything is all dusted in white, but there's still grass peeking through. I just want a huge dump. Mounds of white that explode when you run through them, spraying powder through the air. Snowflakes catching in your hair and your eyelashes and melt on the back of your hand.

Hey, we have seven months of winter. I might as well enjoy them.