So, in the Halloween spirit, my dad started putting up these spiders he made out of hot glue and whatever piping he could find in the garage. At first there were a few, and then they suddenly had lots of kids..

So anyways, like any other day I'm in my room and hear something in the driveway. Of course, intruiged, I peer out the window and see this little guy:

It's like, WHOA! Hi there! Um, you weren't there before...
I swear it's like a weeping spider. It seems to get a little closer each time I look outside... Closer... Closer... Aaaaand then you're dead.
Happy Halloween!

DON'T BLINK,
Lynzy

Moxie says, "Halloween is tomorrow, and if you're of a curious disposition, you may wonder why in the name of God we celebrate a holiday that seems to be an excuse to eat candy that comes from strangers and may or may not have razor blades in it. Well, it's really in the name of God that Halloween was originally created. Samhain was the ancient Celtic harvest festival, but when the Catholic church came to the British Isles, they were like, 'No, you heathens, you may no longer celebrate your pagan holidays. Instead, you can celebrate All Saints' Day and Christmas and Easter!'. All Saints' Day was November first (originally March thirteenth) and All Souls' Day was November second. All Souls' Day was a day to pray for the souls of the deceased. People would go house to house, offering to pray for the souls of dead family members in exchange for food, specifically soull cakes, which sound delicious but I doubt that I'd be capable of baking them. Going a-souling, as it was called, is the likely origin of trick-or-treating. The name Halloween comes from a series of contractions: the eve of All Souls' Day was All Hallows' Eve, then Hallows' Eve, then Hallow'e'e[n]...I guess? Man, that looks weird written down. We carve pumpkins for Halloween because the Irish would carve turnips into lanterns (there's some story there). Then, with the mass emigration of the Irish to the New World, they discovered pumpkins. Far better than turnips. And then! and then there is a lapse in my historical knowledge. Go check out howstuffworks.com."

Well, that was a fun football game!

Even though our team sucks, like 28-0-by-the-third-quarter-against-another-bad -team sucks, it's still fun to go support Steve and our other friends in the band (and then buy cookies any chance we get.)

Tonight in particular, I took my pink pompoms (supporting breast cancer week) and danced like NOBODY'S BUSINESS along with the cheerleaders and dance team, sort of that creeper wannabe on the sidelines, the unofficial cheerleader who has crazy pep. THAT'S ME! I think I pretty much got all the routines down...
And it only cost me $3! I bought two pompoms, then put them in my pant pockets so I'd have tassel pants (this is what happens when I have caffeine), and one went missing - wouldn't be that hard to take while I'm so hyper on Peace Tea. So I bought another one, because how can I be pep master with only one weapon?

Speaking of Master! WE MADE "VOTE SAXON 2012" SHIRTS!!! Preeeetty sweet. Even though Steve's was ruined- twice. So now we have to head back to Jo Ann's. And maybe get some more dino cookies on the way?

Hope I didn't scare you,
L

Steve bought these epic dino cookies approximately 3 minutes ago.

Steve is awesome.
And looooves her cookies!

-Lynzy

I DID IT!!!!

I FINALLY found a shirt for my Rose Tyler Halloween costume! After hours and hours of frantic searching... my mom found it in 30 seconds. Seriously. That's the magic of mom power.

So this is exciting. I think our Whovian cosplay clan is going to be quite the hot topic this Wednesday night. Not to mention our "Vote Saxon 2012" t-shirts we're wearing on Election Day... yeah, it's a pretty chill setup.

Forever a fffffffffffangirl,
Lynzy

So, since I'm not delirious with sickness or sleep deprivation, I have a good chance of sounding like the sanest one here.

An unusual situation.

I guess I need to talk about something interesting now. The title of this post is "Words are Messy," which I wrote because it sounds good, but for lack of a better topic, let me talk about English.

Exciting, right? But since you're presumably reading this in English, I'll give you a brief background as I understand it (a disclaimer, as my understanding is flawed).

English is an amalgation of countless Germanic and Romantic languages that somehow all found their way, whether through conquest or trade, to the British Isles, where they mingled with native tongues. French was actually used by the upper classes and for anything offical for a while in England. A while is about three hundred years; the Norman Invasion led by William the Conqueror in 1066 brought French, and the Black Death from 1347 to 1349 killed off most of the French speakers (be impressed, because those dates were off the top of my head). If you've ever been confused over why cow meat is called beef and pig meat is called pork and sheep meet is called mutton, well, blame the French. Of course, French isn't the only language that greatly impacted English, but it's the one I know the most about, and I'm too lazy to research. But anyway. Conquest and trade: as a result, English is a crazy, wonderful mish-mosh of exceptions. (In case you were wondering, "mish-mosh," or "mish-mash," comes from Yiddish.)

Hopefully that was succinct enough.

~ Moxie

Omg WHY ARE WE SUCH GEEEEKS ;)

And ^that^'s not even half of it. I had free time yesterday (a foreign concept) so I literally watched five episodes of Doctor Who straight. That is the equivalent of about four hours.

Hooray for the BBC!
_Lynzy

Random-ass blogging. I'm so bored still have 3 hours left in the school day... FML.

Ouch. It is difficult. My Back hurts. I don't Want to be charming and clever and funny right now.

BLEGH. She sighs. Oh my goodness. I should have skipped today. Hope every reader, regardless of which planet you're from, is having a Better day than I.

And now, a picture of a...

Steve-inator

STEVE!!! Well actually, this is Steve. I'm just kinda into capital letters and exclamation points. Don't judge. It's a lifestyle choice.

Heading to my sister's soccer game. She's badass. Pretty cool. I'm wearing her sweatshirt. She's wearing my shirt. It's all cool.

Barbie symbolism. Damn. Anyways... I slept 4 hours last night, making everything I read ridiculously funny. Including Freud. Freud is hilarious.

So, the reason is, I had a Venti pumpkin spice latte. At like 3 PM. And I thought I could deal with the caffeine. 11 hours, I was finally down from that lil caffeine High. Whoops....

I think that informative graph really speaks for itself. I have a lack-of-caffeine induced headache. Poor Steve.

After analyzing the inspiring movie, "Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale," Sparrow and I noticed quite a lot of hidden symbolism. Yes. You can learn a lot about life's values from Barbie.

You see, in the movie, there are these "flairies" (they're not faries, they don't have wings, gosh.) They go into their magical wardrobe home and transform a regular article of clothing into a brilliantly sparkling, almost blinding, piece of work. Barbie and her friends needed this flair to keep her aunt's fashion boutique from closing. Instead of realizing that we watch Barbie movies for fun, the two of us uncovered the deeply embedded symbolism that will surely enlighten little kids' lives.

Shimmer, the leader, represents individuality and originality. Glimmer, an intelligent soul, represents inner beauty. And Shine, clumsy yet determined, represented pride and confidence. The fact that Barbie depended on their magic proved that each and every person needs to be themselves and embrace individuality, recognize that they are beautiful, and have confidence in themselves in order to thrive and live a healthy life.

The misunderstanding that caused a "break-up" between Barbie and Ken just taught us not to trust jealous neighbors.

See? Barbie's not just for little girls anymore.

Enjoy. -Lynzy