Sometimes,

You hear references to us bloggers, as if it were lame.

To be honest, it sort of is, but hell, if you people keep getting a kick out of it, I'll keep writing this "high quality literary log of the life experiences of an enlightened individual" (or "junk", which sounds less interesting but more accurate.)

So, Halloween.

Allow me to express my feelings regarding holidays.

Hallmark exploits that sense of tradition and genuine experience that bothers me so deeply.

Then again, my dad is probably to blame. It's all his fault I'm the way I am.

In short, I'm a hippocrit, because hell, I do the same things as the rest of us sheeple. I just know it's rather idiotic of us. And, admittedly, I look better than a few of my compatriots, who shall remain unnamed.

As I sit here blowing off my geometry homework at 8:00, I remember what the hell this post was about.

HALLOWEEN.

Since you people can't tell, you should know it's been 40 minutes since I wrote anything. I had McDonalds, and I feel phatty. /wrists. (If link doesn't work, watch in HQ.) Anyway.

Halloween.

Chris's party.

After nearly missing it, I managed to avoid showing up late, on my batmoped. I brought my 360 along. Other people played on it. We hung out, first, listening to music, chilling , and waiting for everyone to show up. When they all finally got there, at 7, we did the exact same thing, waiting for it to be later, before we could trick or treat. Chris and Travis (google and yahoo, respectively) dueled with lightsabers, but the three musketeers (John, Luke, and Thomas) were late, so the plan went awry (they interrupted later. It was epic, but one of the swords broke.) We trick or treated, but half the peeps (ok, 40%, or specifically mike, austin, kurtis, and someone else) stayed at chris's to scare children. I daresay I approve, but it was fun. We ran into some peeps who knew the other guys from drama, and they all got hugs. I didn't. Goddamnit.

We also ran into Carlo. He got a hug.

So did I. :D

We went back to drop off the candy, and then went over to foothill to zombie tag the crap outta the place, but some hoebag adults (both female, both dressed like hoe's), told us they called the cops. False, and we could've gone back, but the guys were scared (who can blame em, really, but still...) so we didn't. Instead, people jacked my 360 and set up in chris's mum's room, while austin, chris, alex, and I watched hot fuzz. We had fun. They did too.

I slept over.

Chris and I watched Rent. It was epic. We also inhaled massive amounts of candy to ensure we had massive sugar-induced tripped-out dreams. I didn't, it sucked.

We woke up around 10, and played sims 3 and watched mythbusters, until we went and saw law abiding citizen.

HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS THAT WAS GODDAMN AWESOME.

That's all I have to say on the subject.

Uh, what else...

Not much, in fact. I hung out with Scott. As usual, we talked about World of Warcraft and Women for about two hours, catching up, and spent the rest of the time playing video games.

HARDCORE.

I bought borderlands. Fun.

Very.

I strongly dislike this typing style where

I randomly switch lines. It bothers me.

Still, I find it good for placing emphasis. Enough grammatical crap, I have Ms. "Sweet" for that. She got all cranky friday, which sucked, because I usually look forward to spending her class unwinding. She was pretty damn cranky, so I grabbed the bathroom pass and spent ten minutes wandering the halls (I was going to go to the bathroom, but I ran into Cara, so that was that.)

And that was that.