Where's Cherie?

In the past couple of weeks, I've been to two Halloween parties, helped some friends move into a new apartment, and shelved a whole lot of books!

I saw this weird, sad, but somehow awesome pumpkin graveyard while helping my friends move. When we first passed by, only the giant broken pumpkin was on the curb. But as we were leaving, all the rest of the pumpkin brethren had come to mourn their friend's loss. Their gaping mouths howled and bayed silently at the sky, their grief unheard.

Very sad indeed.

Then there's just the weird phallic gourd. No idea what that's about.

Diary Tuesday
The Reluctant Organizer and Mangy Grass

I don't particularly like planning, but I also don't really like to expect others to plan for me, so I end up planning a lot of things. Not anyone's fault, really. My personality just won't allow for things to happen spontaneously if I can plan them. Right now I'm trying to organize a Halloween party. We'll see if it actually works out or not. Ideally I'd like everyone to be able to come, but I don't think that's going to be possible.

In more emotional news, I was talking with a friend of mine about whether it's better to have a crush on someone you can't have, or not to have crushes at all. I concluded that whichever predicament you found yourself in would probably seem worse than the other--in the way that the grass is always greener on the other side. Unfortunately, in this case, I think anyone's willing to acknowledge that the grass is pretty mangy on both sides.