Braaaiiinns...

I'm back again. After a couple of crazy days, I finally have time to write of my many (well not really), crazy (again not really) adventures!

First, I must bring up a main character (just because he shows up every once in a while). His name is Travis, and he is a man-hoe. Yep. He is. He's a cool kid, but he gets around. He's kissed 8 (last time I checked, give or not take 5) girls since the semester started, and that's just fall semester.. Anyways! He keeps asking me to hang out, I told him I was going on a walk and while on that walk, I saw him with some girl. Twenty minutes later, he was asking if I wanted to hang out again.. seriously? You just got done hanging with some girl? Well guess what! I have a plan. Next time I get really sick, like vomitously sick, I'm going to teach that man-hoe a lesson. Yes, in order to get him sick, I will have to kiss him, but I am ok with that if it gets him sick. Ha! Can you imagine giving a man-hoe the flu by kissing him? It's perfect..

Last night there was a Wyview Halloween party. As usual, as everyone is dressing nice and cute or pretty, I am the one who dresses up as something scary or disgusting. Holland was a poodle skirt girl, Makelle... a punk maybe? Sarah was Luna Lovegood, and I was... a zombie.

I had picked up my costume clothes the night before and needed to distress them properly. Zombies are dirty. Where do you find dirt? In the garden beds. So I went outside and rolled around in the dirt. I rubbed it all over and took the shirt and jumped on it. I admit... people were staring--a lot. One guy got up enough courage to ask what I was doing. I told him I just plain liked rolling in the dirt.

After getting my clothes dirty, I shredded them. I did a fantastic job! The cuts weren't sharp like they had been done with scissors, they were all ragged and frayed. I added bullet holes and knife marks. I also cooked up some blood and spread it on the wounds.

Next, I did my make up. I did everything myself, wounds and all. I did a pretty good job, I must say. I caught people at the party staring at me. One guy was seriously staring at me for a couple of minutes before he finally said I was creepy looking. No really? You sure about that?

There WAS a costume contest, but some other girl named Anna who was a zombie won. I saw her. She was NOTHING compared to me. I was kinda peeved. Oh well :] I perfected my zombie walk by the end of the night and was perfectly happy scaring small children--I mean college students--all night.