Well, besides the fact that my father should be ashamed of this, but I'm going to tell the story anyway! It's from a few years ago, before we built our new house. In December, usually, my father goes to California on a big golfing trip, and beforehand, he used to put the trees we got into the stand. The tree stands we always have are so awful; the trees never end up straight, they always end up tilting forward, or to the left or right side. So, he leaves and one night, about a week after he's gone, my mother and I are up watching MadTV (when it was good, I remember the television program we were watching! As if: do you know where you were when this happened?) and we hear this big crash. We go into the living room to find the tree completely on the ground, with ornaments smashed to smitherens (spelling?). Of course, the dog felt the need to step on all of the ornaments! Luckily, none of our Disney ornaments were too ruined; my mother had to patch up Woody from Toy Story and put his foot on backwards, but ever since that year, she used to tie the tree down to the ground. She put hooks into the floor, no joke, and after getting the tree into the stand, she used to tie it down with cables. Hey, it worked! The trees we got never fell after that. Now, we have an artifical tree, and we still have the same idea that it may crash and burn before Christmas actually comes...but, it was pretty funny, looking back. I wish we had a real tree, considering we live on a Christmas tree farm, but we got it last year! The funny thing is is that we bought a Christmas tree farm and now have an artifical tree. But, anyway, that's one of many memories I have, but I miss my mother tying the damn thing to the ground. It was always fun to watch.

I grew up in Massachusetts, and I'm still here, so most winters consisted of a lot of snow (sometimes feet and feet of snow!), sledding, snowmen and etc. I know we had one Christmas where we had an enormous snowstorm! It was always cold, but I love the cold, so I always waited all year for snow and the zero-degree temperatures! I love winter, so there ya go. As it is, this year we've gotten over a foot and it's only December!

Inspiration is something I can thank my sixth-grade English teacher for. She was actually our science teacher; she was the science teacher to every grade in my elementary school, even though she actually had a degree in English and I had known her since I was five years old.  Through an odd occurrence of circumstances, starting with my actual homeroom teacher, a diabetic with a manic temper, didn't want to deal with my class anymore sending us off to our science teacher. Every morning in the sixth grade for the entire school year, we reported to the science room at the end of the long brick building, from whenever school started to lunchtime! At least, I think it was until lunchtime, it was such a long morning, but she always made it completely and utterly fun. My class, although most of them not able to function as a result of being pumped with Ritalin since the age of five, I had a wonderful year that year. Even though we had to read an awful book called "Adirondack Gold" that was so God-awful, I wanted to burn the book, she made us write. Most of my classmates hated it, but I found inspiration in it. I was able to creatively express my ideas and thoughts and I had to write four or five times a week every week until the end of the week. I got so much better by having to write, even though I hate being forced to write, and I always wrote stories anyway, but she inspired me to pursue it. I don't think I'm all that wonderful, back in sixth grade I thought I was the ultimate, better than some of the greats even, but looking back, I shudder at what I wrote. It was HORRIBLE! I still think everything I write is crap, but I don't think I would still be writing had it not been for her. She thought I actually had potential, even though I think everything is so awful, I don't even let my family read it! I've written a few stories on FanFiction.net that have been pretty well-recieved, so far anyway, but I've still been writing even after I graduated from sixth grade and from the elementary school into the middle school. I saw her in a drugstore that summer after sixth grade and she asked me immediately about a sequel to "Gone with the Wind" I was determined to get done, but never did. She'd be proud; I wrote a novel about a year ago! She's not a teacher anymore; she's a principal at another elementary school in my hometown, but she'll always be my science and English teacher with the scary stuffed Great Horn Owl that made me cry my first day of school, and she is my sole inspiration. Thank you!!!

As crazy as this sounds, I chose what I read by the book covers! I do, and I'm ashamed of it. You're never supposed to judge a book by its' cover, but I do. If the cover's crazy or colorful or just plain unique, I'll definitely pick up the book and take a look at it. I'm usually right. Bright-covered books are usually wonderful. But, besides the covers, I usually read any books on old Hollywood, usually about movie stars I'm interested in or directors, etc. As long as it looks interesting, I'll read it!

Besides the fact that it's over? I didn't have any plans, so it worked out according to plan. We had no trick-or-treaters at the new house, since we live in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I did schoolwork, truth be told, after watching a History Channel documentary on Halloween and started to watch Ghost Hunters Live. Of course, I taped on TCM (horror-feast, I had  to!) and watched "The Body Snatcher" with Boris Karloff. Pretty good for its' time, very provactive. All was going well until the wind whipping outside made us lose cable as I was trying to tape a movie! "The Old Dark House" to be exact, starring a very young Gloria Stuart, who is probably known best for her role in "Titanic" as Old Rose. I'm really pissed about it, truth be told, now I must find a copy of it to see! Grr, the spirits were after me last night.

I'm not really celebrating, truth be told! Maybe if I'm lucky, I won't be doing schoolwork and I'll get to watch a few movies from TCM, since they're showing all of the good horror movies on Wednesday. I haven't checked yet, but hopefully some of Dracula, since Bela Lugosi owned that character. I'm not going to any parties or anything like that, since no one I know is coordinated enough to actually organize a celebration (Just kidding!), but Halloween is Halloween. We just moved into a new house, so I'm actually wondering how many trick-or-treaters, if any, we'll get, since we're on a street with no street lights. Like that ever stopped me! My luck, I'll be doing schoolwork, like every other day of my life. Halloween is not like Christmas in my house!

Titanic (I have a replica of the pink coat being made!), Moulin Rouge!, Chicago, Gone with the Wind, Emma, Tuck Everlasting (the white dress Winnie wears is gorgeous!), Phantom of the Opera, Miss Potter, Finding Neverland, Star Wars: Episode III, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Dinner at Eight, Lord of the Rings...and that's all I can think of right now!

Well, I know I barely post in this journal because of my real website...and yadda....yadda...yadda, but for anyone who knows me, among my many obsessions is Victor Garber AKA "the man who built the Titanic." I call him Thomas Andrews instead of Victor, but hey, that's just me. I was fooling around with PSP and decided to make some icons from the new promotional photos of Mr. Andrews (Okay, I know I'm crazy! Don't remind me!) from the October 18th episode of "Ugly Betty." Thanks to all of the beautiful pictures from the wonderful members of the Garberholics forum. If you love Victor as much as me, you need to join there! It's essential. But, I only have a minute to chat, so enjoy the icons behind the LJ cut and please read the rules if you plan on saving any. Next batch is essential Titanic icons, because he just doesn't get enough love.