I'm sick off candy corn.

I thought it would be fun to put candy corn out in a bowl on my desk for everybody but i'm pretty sure i've been the only one eating it.. and i think i'm getting a cavaty.

So, yay halloween.

I've always been a believer in making your own costume; growing up that's just what we did. That could be why i've had some pretty lame- i mean awesome costumes.. I was once a "Silver Girl". What is a silver girl? um, i have no idea. A girl.. that.. is silver? what a weird kid... and that year i definitely completely ate it while running from one door to the next in an intense effort to fill my sack with sugary treats. what a weird (fat) kid.

This year posed a few dilemmas (blogspot should have spellcheck* cause i can't decide in which order to put the e and the i in that word).. I am working the evening of actual halloween so i'll be getting off pretty late and won't know exactly when.. I'll still want to go to this party, though, that is happening at my old residence. But that meant that if i was going to dress up (and that's not really an "if") it'd have to be cheap enough that i wouldn't feel bad to only spend a little time in it and easy enough that i could get off, change and be at the party asap. So, i thought of what i had and decided to be a pin-up cause i had all i needed. although i did go to the store and buy stocking and eyelashes.. (ps, don't think this story is going to get anymore interesting cause it's not, my head is clouded by lack of sleep and too much candy) I had last night off and i thought i'd do a little pre-halloweening so i began to don my riske disquise and well, i was not feelin it. nope, it wasn't working. I felt fat and slutty- not what i was going for. So i employed one of the other ideas i had come up with and as i began to build the ensemble... magic. Here's the snapshot: hair in a messy top-of-the-head bun thing framed by big white shades, hoop earrings, green stiped tank top exposing a hot pink polka-dot bra, a 6 months pregnant (is not too far along to show off my tramp stamp) belly, cut off short shorts, and just before you get to the 1995 platforms- an ankle monitor. Now, if you think that sounds like a picture you recently saw of Britney Spears, you'd be correct, but the actual identity of the person i was impersonating was revealed on my mug shot sign: LAPD P55472 CYRUS. That's right, it was a costume/future prediction- "Miley Cyrus in 10 years". If nothing else, I thought it was funny.

Now let's move on to discuss some of the goings-on of last night's social scene. Or rather events that have been culminating and came to a bit of a head last night. Ok, here's an interesting scenario that i really shouldn't talk about but since no one reads this thing.. except maybe heather.. maybe.. (Hey Heath!) Here are the characters- Sally, Annie, Billy and Tommy, oh and Buddy. Billy and Tommy are besties. Sally and Annie are besties. Buddy is um, just a wrench. Annie and Billy are very close friends. Tommy really likes Sally and Sally accepts his liking and returns it most of the time. Mostly its a big happy circle of love. Then Sally begins to feel a pull towards Billy but banishes the thought (well, mostly) because she is not one to jump from one bestie to the other. She believes that when it comes to dating within a man-circle, listen to Eminem- "you only get one shot...". She doesn't realize that as she resists thoughts of Billy, Annie stirs the pot of her brewing passion for him and when she can't take it anymore, pours it out in a profession her undying love. Unable to deny their connection but torn by his desire for things to stay as they are, Billy confuses Annie with the juxtaposition of his words and actions. Then Buddy kisses Sally just to add last minute touches to the mess. In the end, the phrase "just friends" echos in all ears as Sally and Tommy finally end the in-between game and Annie lays down the law with Billy, demanding that he make a choice and let his actions reflect it. Sally turns her cheek to Buddy as he leans in, bravely, a second time. And they all live miserably after all.

*I discovered spellcheck later