1. What was your first Halloween costume?  The first Halloween costume I remember is one of those cutesy little pumpkin costumes... I think I was 3.

2. What was your best costume and why?  I'm not sure what my best costume was... but my favorite costume was when Adrienne and I went in our fun gothy dresses and did all kinds of weird makeup.  I think my best costume was probably when I was 8 or 9 and my mom made my sister and I mermaid costumes.  They were cool.

3. Did you ever play a trick on someone who didn't give you a treat?  Nope... I'm boring like that.

4. Do you have any Halloween traditions? (ie: Family pumpkin carving, special dinner before trick or treating, etc.)  Well, we used to always carve pumpkins together and then spend the evening watching bad scary movies before & after trick or treating but now since I'm 19, I usually end up working and so my sister goes trick or treating with her friends and my mom and dad just hang out at home handing out candy.

5. Share your favorite scary story...real or legend!  I really am not a big fan of scary stories... but a really cool one is the one about Ressurection Mary.  Now anyone who's from Chicago will know this story, but for those of you who don't, check it out here.

Mk, so that's it for now... I have to motivate myself to go to class now... Bye!

I plain and simply quit.

There is no way that I can deal with this.

People who have made me smile this evening...

Thank you for the interesting theatrical and non-theatrical aspects of that conversation, Chris... I have missed talking to you too!

Chris: but i'm glad we had this talk...i miss talking to you
Amanda: ditto :-)
Chris: someone who matches me in my vigor and zest for all things theatrical!

Hehe... that's quite a compliment in my opinion :) 
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Also, thank you Nichole for the insightful Barbie discussion...

Will someone explain to me why it is that the mother of every boyfriend I've ever had has tried as hard as possible to make it impossible for me to see him? 

I don't get it! 

Do I dress too sluttily? 

Do I have bad manners? 

Am I a bad influence? 

Do I do drugs? 

Do I go out and get drunk every weekend? 

Do I lead them down the road to sin and away from the path of righteousness? 

Maybe I have some flaws that I can't see.  

If anyone else can, please tell me about them so I can fix it!








I quit.

I had thought myself a sensible, non-emotion-driven person... last night proved me wrong.

If the person to whom the deleted poem was written read it, I apologize.
Even if that person didn't read it, I still apologize.  Some things should not be aired publicly like that.

Anyways, today was largely uneventful.  I woke up again being unable to speak.  I went to school and walked in with Laura & Monica.  Laura did my hair after I gave Jordahl his book back.  (Yay Magical Laura!)  Then Adrienne and I talked about the possible test questions for Great Books to Great Music and then went and took that test with Nichole (and the rest of the class, obviously) and then listened to Dr. Allen talk about how Tolstoy thought sex was evil and, if only humankind could be like eunuchs, then we would reach our full potential and it wouldn't matter that we didn't procreate because our point would have been accomplished.  By the end of class, I could talk normally-ish!  Yay!  Then I went to Jazz History, where we watched a movie about Charlie "Bird" Parker.  After JH, I wandered down to where Nichole, Dan, Monica, Laura, Melissa and Pound were sitting and we chatted for awhile before going to choir, where we sang and sang and I had a girls sectional and we sang and then we listened to the boys sing pretty and then I left.  I stopped at MHS and left a note in Cameron's truck and then I went home cuz Adrienne and I were going to go shopping but she called me and left a message saying she didn't feel well so we'd go some other time.

So now I am talking to Andy, and blogging, and don't really have anything to do until Theatrix tonight.

Rah.

Well, I'm off.  More later!

Go here and read the entry called "Ode To The Spatula Dance"