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For Halloween I didn't have a costume and didn't want to wait in a mile long line for a Yoda or pirate mask that I would have to suffocate under all night. So I ended up sportin'Craig's biking jersey, helmet, and tights and went as Lance Armstrong. Whooo! I wanted to ride a bike into the party but Craig thought it'd be waaaay too cheesy. Helloooo???... I am queen of cheesiness. But since it we were going to take Craig's Ford Focus (read: rollerskate), I gave in. But future cheesy outbursts will not be subdued... dude. ha! If you couldn't tell by my last statement, I am deliriously tired from cramming for tests the past couple of days. But of course, God brought me through again. YEA-YEAH!