time for the zombies
As most of you know, I'm a freak who happens to dislike Halloween, but if I were going out to any parties or clubs (ew, I'm not, but I think I am going to watch a zombie movie and I did buy my students candy) I think I would dress up as a MySpace photo: so, basically, I would wear sunglasses and make the "Blue Steel" face all night. I'd also wear a sign that reads "I'm drunk! Look at my boobs!" and probably carry around a whole bunch of cardboard cutout people, with the label "my crazy friends (also drunk)."
M tells me I'm lame. He might be right.
In other news, weekend update later. Not that I did very much besides clean (but oh, how I cleaned!) and write a paper and watch Lucky Number Slevin. What can I say? I'm an introvert who's still burned out from last weekend's extreme socialization. And by "extreme" I mean yes, a poetry reading, a night out at a bar, and a party, which is extreme for someone as anti-social as I am. Too many people! B/c the fact is that even if I love you dearly, I often need you to go away.
M tells me I'm lame. He might be right.
In other news, weekend update later. Not that I did very much besides clean (but oh, how I cleaned!) and write a paper and watch Lucky Number Slevin. What can I say? I'm an introvert who's still burned out from last weekend's extreme socialization. And by "extreme" I mean yes, a poetry reading, a night out at a bar, and a party, which is extreme for someone as anti-social as I am. Too many people! B/c the fact is that even if I love you dearly, I often need you to go away.