Ainsley has decided to do this journal in third person, because she can and she feels like it.

Ainsley had a fantabulous Halloween, attending Rocky Horror Picture Show in theatres and having food thrown at her, such as toast and rice. She read this is the only way to see this movie, and was throughly amused by the projectile foodstuffs. She is still picking rice out of her hair. She also wonders why on the good earth RHPS is only rated PG... O.o but she enjoyed it anyways

Her family visited on Sunday and went cavorting down Stratford's main street, and Ainsley did copious amounts of dancing in the aisles of various toy shops. Her excuse was that they were playing good music over their roof speakers, and had a glorious time doing whatever the heck she wanted because she could, and that's that. "This ain't your mother's muzak!"

Her family was very happy to see her after many weeks of separation, and the feeling was mutual. Ainsley was far too happy to spend lots of money on books and posters of Colm Feore reading Grimm's Fairy Tales (said poster now resides on her closet, and Colm is peeking cheekily over his book at her as she writes this. He makes her smile). (This is her smile, in case you don't believe her )

Her family also showed their love for her by bringing her photographs and posters and pencil crayons and violins, for which she is very grateful. And if her sister reads this journal, she extends her thanks for her many emails that make her day sometimes when she lives in the dumps doing papers.

Ainsley's room is filled with magnificent things now, and she hopes to fill it with many pieces of mail from all around. So if anyone is interested in exchanging postcards, Ainsley would love one and promises to write back every time. Send her a note and she will send you a note back with her address, no questions asked! If you write right now, she'll throw in another for free! That's 2 addresses for the same low low price!!!

.... after reading the above written things, Ainsley has realized she needs some sleep badly and is going to bed before she writes something embarrassing and stupid. So she bids you good-night and wishes you all a happy November.

Ainsley returns you to your regularly-scheduled day...