I'll blame this on the fact I'm tired -- how's that?

Everyone has been writing such profound posts lately that I think I must have exhausted all of my own profundity on commenting. So yeah, like after one comment, I'm toast. Therefore, you get more random thoughts. Lucky you!

I usually appreciate the surround sound system my downstairs neighbor rocks. I envy his ability to play loud music at all times. I do however have to take issue with the fact that this afternoon, that system is playing Shania Twain, who I hate with a fiery passion. I figure that his girlfriend walked in the door, turned on the stereo (and turned it UP) and now? Pure torture.

Is it wrong that I called one of the youth group boys to see if I could borrow some of his bling to complete my gangsta-themed Halloween costume? Is it more wrong that he has a ton of the stuff to loan me? Is it even more wrong that he’s the pastor’s son? I hope to have pictures of the costume, which I will post and you’ll see what I mean. Wrong.

I went and visited my friends’ brand new baby last night. Can I just tell you that that was six pounds of pure ADORABLE? What? Did you say something? I couldn’t hear you over the TICKING OF MY BIOLOGICAL CLOCK. I kid, I kid. I AM a kid. Therefore, not ready for a kid. Anyway, after I left (at like 7:30 – he went to sleep and apparently parents take the sleep when they can) I went to Dan’s, where I was only planning to stay for a minute. Or five hours, could be either. (I chose five hours, because when I got in my car and looked at the clock, I was horrified that I'd have to get up in entirely too short of a time). We sat on the couch and made surprise playlists for each other on iTunes and laughed our asses off at stuff that I laugh at some more when I think about it but won’t put down here, because it was most definitely a “You had to be there” situation. Oh the Dan is so amusing.

Off I go. Tomorrow I’m going to two Halloween parties and prior to that, going to see my aunt at the airport while she’s here for a layover. My mom called today because she’s making signs for us to hold up – this particular aunt is my mom’s youngest sister, who just graduated with her Ph.D, and she’s funny as hell. Clearly this is a situation that requires signs. My mom asked me what I wanted my sign to say and I told her “Congratumalations on your edumacation” – I hope she spells it right.