Happy Halloween!

Today completely snuck up on me. My sense of timing is usally screwed up this time of year. I always imagine Christmas as being so far away, and Halloween is always the first knock-upside-the-head for me, telling me I really should get a move on with shopping. But that always hits me when I least expect it. I could have sworn Halloween was next week. I’m just glad I wasn’t responsible for anything. No costumes to worry about, no worries about disappointing little kiddies. When I’m a parent I’m going to have the kids’ costumes done and ready by September 1 at the latest, just to be certain. I don’t know what I’ll do if they change their mind between then and Halloween… Eeps, don’t even want to think about it. 🙂

I do love seeing little kids in costumes, though. Sadly I missed that this year just because I didn’t want to get anyone sick. My cold has gotten extremely bad now and I can barely talk. I sat around in my pajamas all day and watched silly television, like ‘Monarch of the Glen’ and cheesy old 80s movies. I rented ‘Better Off Dead’ because a friend and I got into a conversation about John Cusack. I remembered what a *huge* crush I had on him when I was… three or four, I think… Haha, this is turning into Heather’s Secret Loves Confessionals. First Gregory Peck and now this! What am I coming to? It’s all coming out, after years of claiming I’ve never had a crush. Okay, so it wasn’t “huge” in the sense that I kissed a picture of him every night, I never ever did that. My definition of a huge crush means I actually thought he was cute and admitted it to a few of my friends in Preschool.

Anyway, I was going somewhere with this. Steven and I were roaming Blockbuster last night looking for something to rent. We were in the comedy section when I spotted ‘Better Off Dead’ and realized I had wanted to see that when I was wee, but I wasn’t allowed. I thought, hey, now I can finally do something I wasn’t allowed to at one point (haha, strange form of teenage rebellion there, I’ll admit), so we got the movie. It wasn’t as grand or exciting as I thought it would be, just a typical run of the mill 80s teenage movie. No where near as classic as Ferris Bueller, but I’m not sure there’s much that could top that. I will admit, though, I still think young John Cusack was cute. Let’s see, that brings me a little bit more up to date than Cary Grant, so maybe I’m slowly redeeming myself. 🙂 His voice certainly was disturbing, though. John Cusack sounds exactly the same today as he did all those years ago. I called him today, just to prove it. (Yes, I’m joking.) That post-pubescent voice just doesn’t match that little baby face. (I still believe, though, that teenagers in the 80s looked much older than the teenagers now. I don’t feel my age [among other reasons] because everyone around me still looks like how I think 12 year olds should look. For goodness sake, the boys are still short! Their faces, for the most part, aren’t defined yet! In the 80s I remember my brother’s friends actually had chiseled jaws by this age, and I’m still stuck with Gerber boys. Or maybe there’s just something wrong with Virginia…)

I have no clue where that tangent just came from. In the movie there was one joke that really had me laughing. John Cusack, in an attempt at suicide, jumps and half gets pushed off a bridge, but lands in a dump truck. He rides by two black men fixing an electrical line and waves at them. One black man turns to the other and sighs, “You know times are bad when people are throwin’ out perfectly good little white boys.” That killed me.

A couple episodes of ‘Monarch of the Glen’, one episode of ‘Survivor’, and finally the Daily Show, I’m here and still not tired. That’s what I get for being so miserable I slept in until 2 in the afternoon. One minute I’m awake to blow my nose, the next I’m out again and then I hear my Mom knocking on my door. “Do you realize how late it is?!” Oops. Oh well, I’m entitled. 🙂