Post-Modern Prometheus

So, Hallowe’en, or Samhain, was just a few nights ago. I didn't hand out candy, I didn't go trick-or-treating, I didn't go get wasted.
I guess I'm weird like that.
Instead, I played Halo 3 at Christy's. There's something strangely soothing about blowing shit up. Anyways, after three continuous hours of that, she and I headed into town so I could drop some stuff off at Plato's Closet. Money is great. We then hit Hot Topic in Ridgedale... me, to find any leftover X-Files memorabilia, and she wanted to find some more awesome Twilight swag. She won, but I was determined to spend my new money on something. We hit Border's Bookstore next, hoping to find any of the X-Files books, but to no avail.
Then she suggested Barnes and Noble.
I immediatly was drawn to the SciFi/Fantasy section, persistant in my search for the holy grail. Up one side, down to the other. Next isle. Passed a bunch of unknown displays.
"JENNA!" She squeaked at me. Actually squeaked. And now she was laughing.
"What?"
"Git your ass over here!" She was looking at a display I had passed. I thought, I swear to god, if it's another Twilight display...
But it wasn't.
It was my holy grail. And I had walked right by it.
I the proceded to squee.
For those of you that don't know, a 'squee' is the sound of a rabid fangirl, the noise that is made between a squeak and a squeal.
It was a huge display of all of the X-Files stories. All in perfect condition. All there, waiting for me to pick them. Choose them. Love them.
About a half an hour and four strange looks later, I had chosen my book. We decided to hit the multimedia section before we left.
See, I was curious to see if they actually had any of the four soundtracks. You see, there's the score for the first X-Files movie, the score for the second X-Files movie, the score for the TV show, and then the Album for the First movie.
I found three of them.
"Oh my god, Christy look! Look look look!" I squeaked, holding the CD's out in front of me.
"I have these two, but I don't actually have this one! Oh my god yaaaaaaaay!"
Christy began to slowly back away from me. "Ok, that's great. Let's go."
No way. "Nuh-uh. Let's see if they have any DVDs!"
I think at that point I heard her mutter, "Oh please god, no."
I didn't have any luck. I decided before we left that I would double check the CD's one last time.
"OH MY GOD CHRISTY GIT OVER HERE!"
"Oh shit. What?"
I found the other CD that I didn't have. Christy saw this and swore, backing away slowly and trying to act like she didn't know me.
"Oh my god this is soooo awesome!" I was holding the CD's and the book close to my heart, bouncing up and down like a crazy person. But let's admit, when it comes to the X-Files, I am.
"Ommigod ommigod ommigod this is so awesome!" I was squeaking at this point. I couldn't contain my glee.
"Jenna? You're the reason I hit my head against walls."
Christy then proceded to drag me to the register to pay, while the nice older lady smiled kindly at my glee, in a very non-patronizing way.
I don't remember ever being drug out of a store that fast in my life.

We listened to one of the CD's on the way home, both of us loving almost all of the songs. We decided to end Hallow's Eve by watching the X-Files, with no lights on, in my basement. I decided to watch ones that neither of us had ever seen. The first one was awesome - perfect for Halloween. It was the first time the X-Files actually had me mildly scared. And that had images with the potential to give me nightmares. The second one we watched was much more light-hearted, but no less awesome. By the time that the second episode had finished, it was midnight. We both decided against a sleepover and so I dropped her off.

Nothing like a bit of X-Files to make the perfect Halloween .