Does anybody have a large cardboard box that you'd be able to put over an eight-year old?

No, I'm not planning to ship any annoying children to Pomerania (although I could very easily be tempted) but I'm going to be a UPS/FedEx delivery for Halloween, and I need something I can look really tiny in, and then stand up and giggle as people realise it's not this little kid in the box.

In somewhat related (as related as bannas are to paperclips) news, there's this girl-K- and I think I'm going to end up with a crush on her.

Whoops. Too late, I think I do. And I see her for all of fifteen minutes each day [that's the combined time from in between classes and after school], which makes it extremely difficult to actually have a conversation with her.

And the voice in my head (singing in four-part harmony, of course) are telling me to go ask her out....ask her out...ask her oooouuut and maybe hit on her drop-dead-gorgeous smokin' hot sister- no. But I wonder what the children would look like. Genes like that...well, it'd be quite a pity if they weren't passed on.

*ahem* "Hi, how are you? You wanna go to the dance with me, and call it a date? Are you gonna let me kiss you? No? How about your sister?"

I'm not the smoothest of speakers when it comes to infatuations. I've got all this repartee playing in my head, and then I just start staring at her, nodding blankly...uh huh...and then 10 seconds after she's left my brain comes back.

I read this book, Rainbow Boys (nearly put Rainboy Bows there) and it's pretty gay. what about that.