In other news, I got a *drumroll* Dr. McCoy doll for Christmas!
McCoy: Get me out of this damn box!
Sorry, Bones. If the box has a reclosable feature, it must be used. Sort of a silent rule.
McCoy: ...Blasted fricka-frackin' nonsense...
Oh, and you know what's really weird? Okay, okay, here it comes: I think I have, like, a poltergeist or something in my bedroom. No. No, it's not cool. Don't even say so. I say "I think" because... only two things happened. My little headphone wire moved a bit... and.. McCoy's phaser dropped out of his belt. The first one could be explained (maybe I snorted and didn't realize it, maybe the fan was on), but Bones is like all the way across the room, and to make the phaser fall out, something would have to move the box around. I didn't see it move at all. No, it was just like PLOP, just like that. So I'm kinda freaked out. Any advice? I tried putting my fist out and projecting spiritual energy through it, and the ghostie hasn't done anything else, but just in case I'd like a back-up plan.
You might be wondering why I'd jump to such a conclusion. The fact of the matter is, I went to a Friday the 13th party at my friends house, and we played with a Ouija board, but there wasn't exactly a "goodbye" option because my friend made the board herself instead of buying it. Ergo, I think it followed me home. *sob* I need a hug. :C
Nothing else to complain about, really. Just been mulling around... no school tomorrow, that's nice. Either I'll do my homework all day or blow it off and watch Star Trek. Heck, I'll watch some Star Trek right now. Aww yeah. Until next time, um... no one. :D
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