Wanna go again?!
I fucking love Halloween. Best holiday ever. I still dress up. My best costume was when I was twelve. The Mom bought the dress, bought the shoes, the white collar, the wash-out black hair dye. Braided my hair, did the makeup to make me look pale. I was Wednesday Addams, and it was the greatest costume of all time. The best thing was that she put that all together herself! It wasn't a store-bought thing. So awesome. The Mom was dedicated to Halloween. She put so much effort into my costumes and threw parties for me and all my loser friends. She was more into Halloween than any other holiday. Maybe that's where I get it.
These days I've taken over for her in the costume department. I'd love to be Morticia but I'm too short, I think. She's so tall and sexy and elegant. I could never pull that off. And continuing on the can't-pull-it-off theme, I've always wanted to be like, the sexy-scary nurse. She's hot, but she'll probably kill you. With the red-cross bustier and the short (but not too short, this is me we're talking about) skirt. White knee-highs and high heels. Splattered with blood, holding a syringe. Maybe some dark circles under the eyes. Zombie nurse. A sexy zombie nurse. Heh. That's just sick. I love it.
I had a dream about being in a castle in Ireland, ghost-hunting with Green Day. (Thanks, "Most Haunted".) Billie Joe got lost and I found him in like, the North Tower or somewhere, and we were exploring the place together, trying to find the others. Mike got some really cool stuff on camera like orbs and actual apparitions walking past doorways and whatnot and one spirit kept talking to Tré, 'cause he was picking up this voice on his tape recorder. It said things like, "I like your hair." *snerk* The best part? Billie Joe and I walking down a corridor, barely able to see, the air getting cold and all these creaks and sounds like footsteps around us...he was sticking superclose to me and eventually this exchange:
"Cat?"
"Billie?"
"I wish Adie was here."
"Me too."
How fucking cute is that, seriously. Eventually Billie and I met up with Mike and Tré again in the main front room of the castle, and as we were turning off our cameras and such Mike said, "So is this the part where we all run screaming out the front door?" And then the chandeliers crashed to the floor while the candles blew out by themselves and...we did. After we all caught our breath, we were standing outside in silence for a moment. Then Tré said, "Wanna go again?!" And like idiots, we all yelled "Yeah!", flipped on our cameras and tape recorders, and ran back in.
I think I can officially call that the best dream ever.
These days I've taken over for her in the costume department. I'd love to be Morticia but I'm too short, I think. She's so tall and sexy and elegant. I could never pull that off. And continuing on the can't-pull-it-off theme, I've always wanted to be like, the sexy-scary nurse. She's hot, but she'll probably kill you. With the red-cross bustier and the short (but not too short, this is me we're talking about) skirt. White knee-highs and high heels. Splattered with blood, holding a syringe. Maybe some dark circles under the eyes. Zombie nurse. A sexy zombie nurse. Heh. That's just sick. I love it.
I had a dream about being in a castle in Ireland, ghost-hunting with Green Day. (Thanks, "Most Haunted".) Billie Joe got lost and I found him in like, the North Tower or somewhere, and we were exploring the place together, trying to find the others. Mike got some really cool stuff on camera like orbs and actual apparitions walking past doorways and whatnot and one spirit kept talking to Tré, 'cause he was picking up this voice on his tape recorder. It said things like, "I like your hair." *snerk* The best part? Billie Joe and I walking down a corridor, barely able to see, the air getting cold and all these creaks and sounds like footsteps around us...he was sticking superclose to me and eventually this exchange:
"Cat?"
"Billie?"
"I wish Adie was here."
"Me too."
How fucking cute is that, seriously. Eventually Billie and I met up with Mike and Tré again in the main front room of the castle, and as we were turning off our cameras and such Mike said, "So is this the part where we all run screaming out the front door?" And then the chandeliers crashed to the floor while the candles blew out by themselves and...we did. After we all caught our breath, we were standing outside in silence for a moment. Then Tré said, "Wanna go again?!" And like idiots, we all yelled "Yeah!", flipped on our cameras and tape recorders, and ran back in.
I think I can officially call that the best dream ever.