Is there such a thing as Halloween'd out?
Let's face it, you can only do so many get drunk in sleazy costume before you realize Halloween is and always was about the trick-or-treating, and that we are now past the fun part and are henceforth forever doomed to be leeched off of by nefarious 12 year old hoodlums in our neighborhoods.
It's good to be in a secured apartment building. Minus the 4:30am fire alarms. (I'm surrounded by idiots... does that mean I fit right in?)
On Friday night I went to the Halloween party hosted by newly arrived from New Mexico (I say that, although honestly, they've already been here two months) MegHAN and her hubby. MegHAN's in the MCDB&G program (I think the acronym is so long just so that it is easily forgettable) with me, and since she had a lot of alcohol left at her house from her birthday party in September, she wanted a Halloween party to get it drunk up. That and she has a schnazzy 20's style house, and she really wants to play hostess.
Which is cool because I like to be served.
I think a lot of people were going to parties on Saturday night so not many people showed up (like six-w00+!) and we all had a jolly time watching Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (Puberteeeeeee-puberty looooooove), and marvelling at the breastage in Van Helsing. Ah, one can truly enjoy the silliness when one is en masse.
I didn't have time to sew up my Vivi costume (how are these clown pants going to work!??!) so I sold out and bought a geisha wig (you know, like the kind Dave Barry wears on the cover of Dave Barry Does Japan) and wore my autumn furisode.
I wore it well, I was rather proud of myself. In fact, with the makeup I might even have passed off for a Japanese person. Only I didn't realize how even the most Japanophile of Americans can still have no friggin' clue how a kimono looks on a person, or even what a geisha is.
"What's that thing on your back for?"
"You mean the obi?"
"Yeah, what is that?"
*sigh**Whyyyyy did I spend an hour getting ready for this, a bathrobe would have worked just as well*.
It was just as well that no one showed up because nothing got spilled on the furisode, and actually the only worry I had was when MegHAN's cat Ramses (dude, he totally looks like one of those cats you would see on Egyptian tombs!) felt this incessant need to lay on the sleeves and paw at my legs.
Saturday night was spent going to some neuroscience get-together of some of Anusha's classmates. I refused to cake that greasepaint on again, but fortunately it was a non-costume affair.
Neuroscience geeks are really geeks. I've never seen people so excited about what they study.
I mean, the girl to whose apartment we migrated, had a cat named "Neuro," and carved neurons and glia into the Jack-o-Lantern while playing a movie called "8 heads in a duffel bag." The snacks consisted of caramel apples, and a JELL-O brain from which a person could only eat the parts that they themselves studied. I passed as in order for me to partake, the mass would have to have had some yeast or E. Coli ridden part. I think the reason that biologists of different disciplines don't hang together so much is that they all use a different vocabulary for acronyums. Like "MT" to a neuroscience person (medium temporal?) is completely different from "MT" to a developmental biologist, although neuroscience people also study microtubules.
Yeah... I can't even comprehend people who willingly take their work home with them, or name their cats after brain parts.
My pets shall be named Target and Bullseye after my two least favorite teachers.
Hmm... It's almost a shame that the Molecular Biology instructors have traded off because I finally cracked the Harris code (simply not study for tests because it won't do you any good, and everyone averages 50%> regardless so just get loaded the night before)
There's a Cell Structure test on Tuesday. The first all semester. We've had countless quizzes and two tests in every other class, but this will be our first gradable test. Ooooh, we are all so screwed. There's just too much info to recover and memorize for Tueday.
It's so much easier to look up what movies are coming out next summer, and dream about the day that the Wii is available for pre-order (Don't even talk to me about the Gamestop pre-order, because I wasn't about to get my ass up at the butt crack of dawn to stand in line behind 13 other people just to find out they only had 10 units for their store after the employees took their share of five systems).
I could use some Link loving. Like everyday.
I'm pretty damn excited about Pirates 3 (with Captain Jack Sparrow Stitch!), Spiderman 3, and Shrek the Third.
However, I'll settle for draggin Mere with me to see Pan's Labyrinth because I am a fluffy fantasy goober under it all (well.. fluffy body parts!). That, and I've heard so much crap from the Spanish chick visiting the lab upstairs about Spain under Franco that I'm almost genuinely interested in the historical aspect. Almost. Oh, who the hell am I kidding, I'm just there for the freaky man-eating cicada fairies.
I'd talk more about school, but that's depressing.
On Tuesday I think I will wear the Rilakkuma ears and Kiitori that I won from a machine in Sega World with Angela with one of my Rilakkuma shirts. Seriously, it's like the world is full of Japanophiles, and even if they don't know the character that you're wearing, if it has Japanese alphabet (because even the most Japanophile of them all can really only read hiragana and maaaaybe katakana) they think you are coolest thing next to Coconut ice cream.
IT'S AN OBI YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!
I'm tired of being boring. I think I'm going to go light up my ramen lamp now and dream of better cup noodles.
Farewell.
It's good to be in a secured apartment building. Minus the 4:30am fire alarms. (I'm surrounded by idiots... does that mean I fit right in?)
On Friday night I went to the Halloween party hosted by newly arrived from New Mexico (I say that, although honestly, they've already been here two months) MegHAN and her hubby. MegHAN's in the MCDB&G program (I think the acronym is so long just so that it is easily forgettable) with me, and since she had a lot of alcohol left at her house from her birthday party in September, she wanted a Halloween party to get it drunk up. That and she has a schnazzy 20's style house, and she really wants to play hostess.
Which is cool because I like to be served.
I think a lot of people were going to parties on Saturday night so not many people showed up (like six-w00+!) and we all had a jolly time watching Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (Puberteeeeeee-puberty looooooove), and marvelling at the breastage in Van Helsing. Ah, one can truly enjoy the silliness when one is en masse.
I didn't have time to sew up my Vivi costume (how are these clown pants going to work!??!) so I sold out and bought a geisha wig (you know, like the kind Dave Barry wears on the cover of Dave Barry Does Japan) and wore my autumn furisode.
I wore it well, I was rather proud of myself. In fact, with the makeup I might even have passed off for a Japanese person. Only I didn't realize how even the most Japanophile of Americans can still have no friggin' clue how a kimono looks on a person, or even what a geisha is.
"What's that thing on your back for?"
"You mean the obi?"
"Yeah, what is that?"
*sigh**Whyyyyy did I spend an hour getting ready for this, a bathrobe would have worked just as well*.
It was just as well that no one showed up because nothing got spilled on the furisode, and actually the only worry I had was when MegHAN's cat Ramses (dude, he totally looks like one of those cats you would see on Egyptian tombs!) felt this incessant need to lay on the sleeves and paw at my legs.
Saturday night was spent going to some neuroscience get-together of some of Anusha's classmates. I refused to cake that greasepaint on again, but fortunately it was a non-costume affair.
Neuroscience geeks are really geeks. I've never seen people so excited about what they study.
I mean, the girl to whose apartment we migrated, had a cat named "Neuro," and carved neurons and glia into the Jack-o-Lantern while playing a movie called "8 heads in a duffel bag." The snacks consisted of caramel apples, and a JELL-O brain from which a person could only eat the parts that they themselves studied. I passed as in order for me to partake, the mass would have to have had some yeast or E. Coli ridden part. I think the reason that biologists of different disciplines don't hang together so much is that they all use a different vocabulary for acronyums. Like "MT" to a neuroscience person (medium temporal?) is completely different from "MT" to a developmental biologist, although neuroscience people also study microtubules.
Yeah... I can't even comprehend people who willingly take their work home with them, or name their cats after brain parts.
My pets shall be named Target and Bullseye after my two least favorite teachers.
Hmm... It's almost a shame that the Molecular Biology instructors have traded off because I finally cracked the Harris code (simply not study for tests because it won't do you any good, and everyone averages 50%> regardless so just get loaded the night before)
There's a Cell Structure test on Tuesday. The first all semester. We've had countless quizzes and two tests in every other class, but this will be our first gradable test. Ooooh, we are all so screwed. There's just too much info to recover and memorize for Tueday.
It's so much easier to look up what movies are coming out next summer, and dream about the day that the Wii is available for pre-order (Don't even talk to me about the Gamestop pre-order, because I wasn't about to get my ass up at the butt crack of dawn to stand in line behind 13 other people just to find out they only had 10 units for their store after the employees took their share of five systems).
I could use some Link loving. Like everyday.
I'm pretty damn excited about Pirates 3 (with Captain Jack Sparrow Stitch!), Spiderman 3, and Shrek the Third.
However, I'll settle for draggin Mere with me to see Pan's Labyrinth because I am a fluffy fantasy goober under it all (well.. fluffy body parts!). That, and I've heard so much crap from the Spanish chick visiting the lab upstairs about Spain under Franco that I'm almost genuinely interested in the historical aspect. Almost. Oh, who the hell am I kidding, I'm just there for the freaky man-eating cicada fairies.
I'd talk more about school, but that's depressing.
On Tuesday I think I will wear the Rilakkuma ears and Kiitori that I won from a machine in Sega World with Angela with one of my Rilakkuma shirts. Seriously, it's like the world is full of Japanophiles, and even if they don't know the character that you're wearing, if it has Japanese alphabet (because even the most Japanophile of them all can really only read hiragana and maaaaybe katakana) they think you are coolest thing next to Coconut ice cream.
IT'S AN OBI YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!
I'm tired of being boring. I think I'm going to go light up my ramen lamp now and dream of better cup noodles.
Farewell.