feeling slightly sinister in an eventide full of brantwijn

am currently enjoying the latest in compilatory glory from the lovely Jazzlah; in specific, her angsty!Harry!OOTP! disc. am also in the throes of writing Yet Another Essay for Yet Another Good Auld College Try. unfortunately, this college (much like all the others) is very likely to be anything other than magical, but the fact remains that this must be done.

also, with necessity impatience being the mother of invention that it is, i fiddled around a bit in the kitchen this morning and came up with a quite delicious recipe of my own for pumpkin spiced cappuccino. quite amazingly (esp. compared to the other recipes i was able to find for a similarly-called thing elsewhere online), my recipe calls for both pumpkin and coffee in copious amounts. funny, that. you can find my recipe at Licking the Spoon, as per usual.

JYK also enclosed some adorable photos which i cannot quite get over. so ky00000000t. don't believe a word she says about me wanting her dead like a dead thing, as it is obvious from this package that it is quite the other way round. between these and the CDs, yeesh. it's only the pumpkin cappuccino coursing through my veins that's keeping me alive. (either that, or the promise of the new batch of pumpkin chocolate cinnamon chip cookies i'm going to make later, since i went and stocked up on cinnamon chips earlier today. XDXD)

Spaz is downstairs playing MediEvil. he's quite a bit further along than i am (having had more time to play, and also being incredibly a bit quicker than i), and has got to a level which takes place in a library. if this game weren't already of enough amusement to me, how could it not be after that? there's just too much wub to go around, i'm telling you. also, i need a GBA, but that's just the pumpkinccino talking. XD

so! my life day is filled with essays*, applications, and letters---the post office will wubwubWUB me tomorrow. and now, back to writing my ruddy essays, CD listening and compiling, and handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. mmm, candy.

* = (these essays may well kill me dead first. :P)