Augustine, my Augustine

Below, in the centre column, is my to-do list*:

You see why I have been neglecting you? Not that anyone has been pestering me or anything...

Lately, I seem to be busy and a half. It's nuts. I work all night straight, and I still don't get everything done, and what makes it worse is that I'm getting sick of it. While it may seem fun to work sans cesse**, really, I'm kind of getting sick of it. I would rather veg and relax and get to sleep before 1am. The stress of busy has been getting so bad, that Halloween, one of my favourite times of year, has become a hinderance I'd rather be rid of. I don't even have a costume. But I have been a very good girl. I actually spend my spares in the library! Doing homework! Instead of at Dunn's, getting breakfast, or at Rideau, or lying around doing shit all in the airport lounge***.

I did take a break this weekend, on Saturday night. Saturday night was Saunders farm/costume party night. Every October, for a few years now, I get to go to Saunders Farm. I tried to go Thanksgiving weekend, but unfortunately, after the 45 minute drive out there, we discovered that it was closed. So, this weekend was take two. And let me tell you... I had a ton of fun.

Saunders Farm is best done with people who have never been. While I have done most of these attractions many times before, others have not, and it's almost as fun to see what they do. For instance, Jessica turned out to be the highlight of our evening, as she screamed more than anyone I've ever seen as Saunders. I think everyone in the whole place was out to scare her, because everything always happenned to her. I was very impressed with how they've jazzed up the after-dark part. The Hayride has improved, except for the unfortunate decay of the famous T-rex which is so old that he doesn't move forward at the wagon anymore. Bummer, I know.

The best change was the addition of people wandering around as zombies. Are they ever CREEPY! When we went through the new "Field of Screams" I was attacked and chased at the end by one of the zombies. He even chased me out of the maze and across the courtyard, until I bumped into another zombie, who grabbed me. I was so scared I couldn't see straight. Once I got over the scared part, I realized what an awesome job they do. They are always in character, following people, scaring them, staring at you until you look beside you and see a zombie staring at you, and you scream and hide behind your friend's boyfriend... That job is the one reason I wished I lived in Munster -- so I could work at Saunders Farm as a zombie. I'll put that down on my list of dream jobs, right after "dead, rotting corpse" on CSI.

* Other things you can see in this picture include a motivational penguin quote, a silly teacher quote for the Lisgarwrite and my last minute studying for my Tess of the D'Urbervilles test today (which I aced despirte not having read half the book).
**I'm so tired that I can't think of the word in English. It's moments like these that my extensive french training from a very young age can backfire and freak me out.
***No, it's true we have an airport lounge in my school. Same annoying, uncomfortable chairs.