I don't post only because I have nothing to say.

Hmmm...a week since my last post. Not my best, but not my worst either.

So, Halloween. I should be feeling more excited about this. I really should. I love Halloween.

Except, right now I just feel kindof lonely and wistful.

Yes, I am wisting. Oh, the pain, the angst, the wist!

I have also noticed a tendency of mine to get decidedly weird before I go to sleep. Hyper. Melodramatic. And overall weird than usual. Which, considering my "normal" personality (just ask my friends--all of whom are generally just as odd), is quite a feat.

I'm not sure what to talk about it. I mean, I could summarize my week, but frankly, that would bore me half to death and I hate to think what it would do to anyone reading it.

I would try this audio thing, but I'm better at writing than talking and I sound stupid enough as it is.

If I knew how to do pictures, I would post the picture of my possible car.

Driving. Me.

Fear.

Right, sleep, class, weekend, trying not to die. Such is my plan. I'm rather proud of its coherency considering my day, the level of sugar in my bloodstream, and the fact that this is me.

*cough*

I completely forgot about this until five seconds ago.

Having gone to Zimmerman Library to raid books on the Barbary Coast and Muslim pirates, the history of Ireland, and English fairies, I overheard the guys working there having a conversation about an article.

An article about the Garden Gnome Liberation Front.

And the many garden gnomes that were stolen and left on the steps of some cathedral.

10 have gone unclaimed. The comment from one of the guys was "I don't blame them. I mean, who'd want to go to the police and say 'My gnome has been stolen'?"

Oooo! Me, me, me! Pick me! I wanna go!

Just to see the look on their faces.

"Excuse me sir, but my gnome has been stolen."
"Oh...um...well...your gnome?"
"Yes. My gnome."
"Right...and do you have description of this...gnome?"
"Oh, he's about a foot and a half, has a bright red, pointy hat, blue shirt, he's a little chubby...you know, your basic gnome."
"Uh-huh. Well, we'll keep an eye for it."
*bright smile as I continue sitting in the chair and looking about*
"..."
"Is that it?"
"Oh, pretty much."
"..."
"Well, if that's it..."
"Mmm-hmmm." *bright, cheery smile*
"Ummm...you can go now. We'll call you as soon as we find your gnome."
"Great! Thank you!"
"What was that about?"
"Someone stole her gnome."
"Her gnome?"
"Yes, her gnome."
"Ooookay."