All last night, sat on the levee and moaned...

We officially have Rock Band. Suffice it to say, that at my time of last posting, I had been informed by my mother, whilst it was my father who actually got the game. Unfortunately, the game is for my brother.

For his birthday.

His birthday that isn't until the 23rd of December.

Please kill me now before I die of the anticipation. Don't get me wrong; I'm totally going to join my parents in the mind-games, but... Really, now. More than a month? I go back to school at some point, ya know. Argh. La la la.

I'm in a seriously musical mood lately. Guess I'll just have to start my own rock band with Eugene and my piano. Which totally needs a name; then we could feel like a real band. :)

I think I'll call us the "Viking Kittens". Or "The Ugly Octopi". Or "Pervaphobic".

Oh... just... really, now.

Pushing Daisies? Your flashbacks kill my insides with squishy adorability. Seriously.

Never change. <3

*loves little Ned sleeping with the pie because OMG his mom <3*

ETA: Okay. That episode just made me cry. And no, I'm not ashamed. This show better not end up canceled because of the writer's strike. It's... so beautiful and different than everything else on TV right now. And it fills me with joy. :)