scared out of my mind and holiday fic

My dancing Stitch doll just turned itself on.

I've been reading thestalkycop's NaNo story, which is a horror story, and I was already creeped out. She has scary woods, an ancient well, a graveyard with tombstones that look like broken teeth, horrible fog, lots of rain and okay, all she needs is a creepy ass dead girl crawling around dripping water with her black hair over her face and I'd be dead from fear.

As it is I don't think I can leave the room to go pee, because it's dark in the rest of my home and anything from the woods could be looking in my window if I turn on a light and good grief why did I drink so much diet Dr. Pepper with dinner?

The dancing Stitch doll turning itself on his particularly scary because the creepy ass girl crawling out of things was played by the same person who voiced Lilo, so obviously she's coming for me because I told everyone I knew who was frightened by her to just picture her doing the hula with a little blue alien. See what creativity gets you?

I want to be writing Christmas stories right now, both the exchanges and just stories set during Christmas, because Sarah sent me "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Olivia Olson and I can't stop listening to it. I also want to make a Vin Diesel mood theme and holiday icons, but instead I am being good and working on the rewrite of an original novel. I have just about 15,000 words left to rewrite out of 100,000, and I'm on the downhill slope and writing (what I hope is) exciting scenes and fights, but I want to write holiday fic damn it.

christmas parades

Okay I need to go back to school just to march in a band again so I can do more Christmas parades. I am watching the one on WB right now, the Hollywood Christmas Parade and I miss marching with my flag and rifle down the street (though usually we marched flag only). I wonder if any school will allow me to attend just to be in the marching band.

Such a pretty parade. I love parades. The local Christmas parade is Saturday, and I will be in it, though not in a band. The local triker group is going and I'll be one of the trikes, probably with our director, Walt. The solo trike I plan to steal from my father isn't ready yet (mostly because I have slacked on tearing down the volkswagon engine I need to piece out for parts for the trike engine so I have no one to blame for myself) and I am too poor to buy the motorcycles I want (one of the guys at work just bought a new Honda though and it is beautiful. I have threatened to kill him, toss his body into the upper storage where no one ever goes, and steal it) so I will ride this year. It will still be fun.