So this is Halloween?
Alrighty. Woke up. Popped myself some pills in honor of halloween and dawned my skeletal T-Shirt. School wasn't bad. A lot of teachers gave out candy. In science class we discussed how hateful republicans are, and deragatory racial terms. Took a huuuge test on Poe in english. Made fun of Jersey in 3D Design.
Came home. Realized that everyone I know just wanted to stay in for Halloween. Lazy motherfuckers. My friends are so effing bland. I can't stand it sometimes, seriously, I have no friends that share my enthusiasm about anything. They all just want to sit on their asses and watch TV...on HALLOWEEN. Greatest holiday of the year and they do the exact same thing they do every other day of the year. Went to the mailbox, my bat necklace came, it is pimp.
Then I read Bri's LJ to discover to my horror, that John Holohan is dead. Eurgh, I still can't find anything to say about it. Gah.
Went to the dentist. Still upset. Get there, and the entire parking lot is empty. We go in and no one is there except the receptionists, and my dentist. Also, everyone was dressed up for Halloween. It felt like some B-Horror movie. Numbed me, FINALLY, and fixed my tooth.
Left.
Sara pulls into the Antique Depot parking lot. Made me drive. Holy christ on a bike I was nervous. It's stick too, so I'm all "Clutch, break, slowly let out clutch, hit gas, let go of gas, hit clutch, breaks, second gear." BLOWS. I do not want to drive manual, EVAR. I kept giving it too much gas and it kept stalling out. Manual is not easy to learn when you've never driven anything before in your life.
Came home. Kind of babysat. Learned that Anne Rice is now a Jesus Freak.
I nominate this as the worst Halloween in my fifteen years of existence.
Came home. Realized that everyone I know just wanted to stay in for Halloween. Lazy motherfuckers. My friends are so effing bland. I can't stand it sometimes, seriously, I have no friends that share my enthusiasm about anything. They all just want to sit on their asses and watch TV...on HALLOWEEN. Greatest holiday of the year and they do the exact same thing they do every other day of the year. Went to the mailbox, my bat necklace came, it is pimp.
Then I read Bri's LJ to discover to my horror, that John Holohan is dead. Eurgh, I still can't find anything to say about it. Gah.
Went to the dentist. Still upset. Get there, and the entire parking lot is empty. We go in and no one is there except the receptionists, and my dentist. Also, everyone was dressed up for Halloween. It felt like some B-Horror movie. Numbed me, FINALLY, and fixed my tooth.
Left.
Sara pulls into the Antique Depot parking lot. Made me drive. Holy christ on a bike I was nervous. It's stick too, so I'm all "Clutch, break, slowly let out clutch, hit gas, let go of gas, hit clutch, breaks, second gear." BLOWS. I do not want to drive manual, EVAR. I kept giving it too much gas and it kept stalling out. Manual is not easy to learn when you've never driven anything before in your life.
Came home. Kind of babysat. Learned that Anne Rice is now a Jesus Freak.
I nominate this as the worst Halloween in my fifteen years of existence.