Happy Halloween

I was pretty positive that Halloween was going to be out of control this year, being that it was on a Friday night and all. I guess I just had no idea exactly HOW out of control it would be.

I had no desire to do anything this Halloween, because in my heart I am an elderly woman who wants nothing more than to be left alone to pour over my studies for hours.

But I was invited to a party, along with all of my friends. I was also invited to go trick or treating, but I decided against it at the last minute. Eventually it was time to get dressed up and go to the party. I borrowed a cheerleader costume my friend made ("but i'm a cheerleader"... get it) and we all went off in several carloads of people. I got a freshman to be Dd, which turned out to be one of the best decisions I've made as of late.

I won't go into the nitty gritties of the night, just some of the significant goings-on.

My first thought upon waking up this morning with the worst hangover ever: I have never kissed so many straight girls before in my life than I did last night. At one point I was dancing and a girl walked up to me, kissed me on the mouth and said "I'm gay!" It was a little surprising.

At one point last night I was hanging out in the smoking section on the front porch, when a cop car drove by. I immediately went inside and told everyone to shut up. Then about 30 people ran into the house and yelled "cops!" and the entire party ran out the back door, started jumping fences in all different directions, hiding behind sheds, etc. The cops did stop at the house, and they did ask us to keep it down and to stay inside, but that was that. Being smushed between a bunch of people trying to hide in the shadows behind a tool shed is not my idea of fun.

When we were driving back to school both of the entrances were blocked by campus police. We had to show ID in order to get back into school, luckily at the time we all had our IDs and were coherent enough to get them. It was just a little... nerve racking to have to deal with campus police right then and there.

I had a great and relatively problem free Halloween. Hope everyone else had a very safe and happy Halloween also!!

I'll Take People Who Won't be President for 800, Alex

So I played lacrosse today, and I needed some caffine for my weary bones afterwards. Two of the other girls and I were in a car, driving to dunks, when on the side of a busy section of road we saw a man waving a John McCain sign.

Oh hell N-O. You are not brandishing a John McCain sign near where I live and learn.

So naturally, I rolled down the window and screamed "JOHN MCCAIN SUUUCKSSS!" Much to my disappointment, my sentiments were not well receieved in the car. I was among McCainites. Meh, they're still cool chicks, they're just terribly misguided.

And I got my absentee ballot today. And I'm voting Obama. And I'm voting No on Prop 1. Suck on that John McCain and Caribou Barbie.

The moral of the story: don't wander up and down a busy street brandishing a John McCain sign, because I will be there, and it will be obscene.

Laundry Day

You know it's laundry day when you're lugging an overflowing hamper down two flights of stairs and the maintenance guy smiles at you because you're dropping clothes everywhere, and it must be fun to watch you struggle.

Or is he smiling because you're wearing a tie-dye t-shirt and plaid shorts when it is almost November, and it is painfully obvious that you have run out of clothes.

I'm glad I decided to do laundry today, these shorts just are not keeping the impending winter at bay anymore.

The Bitch Is Back

I don't appreciate being lied to.

Particularly by one of my best friends.

Even more particularly by the person I live with, with whom I share a tiny little room on a tiny little campus.

I can handle honesty. If you want me to get rid of my chair, I probably won't, but your input is good. I care how you feel and I will try to adjust for you, as you and I share this space. However, when you lie to me and tell me you were here when they were conducting room checks and they said the chair is a "fire hazard" (which it is not, so get off your high horse), and the only reason you lied and said you were here was because you dislike my chair and you want to get rid of it, you better believe I am taking that chair out on every single occasion that arises from now on. I can't even wait to plunk myself in my comfy chair and just sit there and bask in the awesome of it's florescent greenness, how plush it is, how it envelopes everyone who sits there.

And my rug stays on the floor, the space in front of my closet is MY space. It gets dirty because PEOPLE WALK ON RUGS. If you don't like how dirty it is, you clean it. Or better yet SUGGEST THAT I CLEAN IT. I'm truly not a mind reader, I don't know if I give off that vibe or something, but I'm not. Women are so f*cked in the head sometimes.

If you want to adjust the space allocations in the room, that's awesome, let's do that, I don't really care. BUT THERE NEEDS TO BE COMMUNICATION.

Is it so hard to tell someone how you are feeling? I don't like catching people in their lies, I would rather believe everyone is generally good natured and raised well enough to appreciate the necessity in telling the truth.

I'm not leaving this room, and I'm sure as hell not going to let myself be walked all over. No sir. Please do not lie to me out of one side of your face, and out of the other tell me we are friends. I'm not friends with liars.

So why don't you just fuh-loat owhn. God I can't even stand it.

Disappointment

Bummed doesn't even begin to describe how I feel today.

I took my stats exam (after having studying until 1 am), went to lunch only to find out that I was not one of the 10 selected to go on the Rome trip over Spring break, drove to Wellesley to see an exhibit on African American Womanhood (which was actually really really cool and if you're in the greater Boston area I definitely suggest checking it out), drove back and was ten minutes late for my child development class where there was a quiz which I had no chance to study for, called out sick to work and now I'm sitting in the room being sad.

I'm pretty aware of the unfairness of things. I'm also very aware of and very grateful for the privileges I have had and continue to have. But I mean, I'm overqualified for the chance to go on this trip and to be in this class, and yet I wasn't one of the chosen 10. This trip would mean the world to me, it's such a fantastic opportunity. I'm very happy for the people who were chosen to go, and I'm trying very hard to not be jealous. But I'm also extremely disappointed, and I feel like somehow it's my fault. I'm not good enough. I just want to be enough.

I'm just going to lay down and pretend like my life isn't utterly disappointing right now.

who am i, i bet you can't even tell me that much

The Great Pumpkin

I feel like the last time I carved a pumpkin was probably when I lived in Hartford, just nearing on a million years ago now. I have lots of great Hartford stories, but no great pumpkin stories.

That was a great pumpkin reference for Peanuts fans. I never understood why Marcy always called Peppermint Patty "Sir." It sends me into a fit of giggles every time I think about it.

Anywho, so I carved a pumpkin tonight. The reason I haven't carved a pumpkin in so long probably has something to do with the fact that you end up with pumpkin seeds and pumpkin mush all up to your armpits. It's wicked gross, I basically ran back and forth between the bathroom and the pumpkin carving area every single time I picked a handful of mush out of the pumpkin. I can't stand that sticky gross feeling, gives me the heeby jeebies just thinking about it. I'll be smelling like pumpkins for weeks, yum. My pumpkin started out as a cat that evolved into several other things as the evening progressed and my mind wandered further and further into the gutter. I would put up a picture but I am quite ashamed as to how it turned out, and some things are better left in the gutter.

Happy pumpkin carving and apple cider drinking and corn maze wandering season!!!

CT Vote No on 1

There is nothing else to say. If you're a registered voter in the state of Connecticut, please vote no on question 1. Mr. Blumenthal said it best with "Our State Constitution is the bedrock of our civil rights and liberties. The convention proposal is a risky and costly process. The State Constitution is not a document to be rewritten carelessly." Don't let the focus on the family groups steal your tax dollars for a ridiculous process that could potentially change more than simply who you are allowed to marry.

This election is insane. There is so much more riding on this election that simply which candidate will potentially save our floundering economy.

Barack Obama has my vote (even though I wish Hillary was on the ticket), and he best be appreciative cause this is my first presidential election and I don't vote for just any average joe. And I am most definitely saying VOTE NOT ON QUESTION 1 IN CONNECTICUT and NO ON PROP 8 IN CALIFORNIA.

And P.S. - RACHEL MADDOW IN 2012!!!