"Oh! Cinderella?" No, I'm a Pirate..

For someone who isn't crazy about fall and is less than thrilled about October in general, I celebrated with festivities pretty much the entire weekend.  Like I wrote previously, I did the whole haunted house thing Friday night, chilled with Mack most of the day Saturday (completely avoiding my epidemiology project), attended Jay and John's Halloween bash that evening, and spent yesterday carving arguably the third worst pumpkin out of like the 10 people in the room.  Jenna and I went all out for our costumes for the party and were hoping it wasn't going to be like some parties that say "wear a costume if you'd like" and there's one person who sticks out like a sore thumb.  We did not want to be those phalanges, but we said YOLO.

Luckily a good portion of the group did follow suit and dressed up amusingly.  

Pirate (or Cinderella in Rags) and John Donkey Democrat

The fun that I had Saturday night outweighed the regret I had the following morning of choosing to end my night drinking the Jungle Juice they provided.  Last night I saw "The Perks of Being a Wallflower", and if you haven't read the book you should.  The movie did a great job of following the book but I do sort of wish they chose an American actress to play the role of Sam, the American high school student.  Emma Watson is beautiful and a great actress but I kept hearing her accent come up.  It could have been because I was sort of looking for it and therefore just created it.  Seeing the movie was a nice break from remembering being admonished by my father for having to drive back to Cleveland in Hurricane Sandy this morning.  It's funny because I was getting yelled at before the actual occurrence of me driving to school even happened.  So I was just a mess most of last night because of that and I was so tired and on edge and all round not good company.  I will be so grateful when this day is over and I can sleep for hours on end.  I'm currently very sleep deprived as you can probably tell, I'm switching ideas every other sentence.  

One more idea switch, I hate self check-out lines at stores.  Those do not save time, I don't care how long the line is.  We used one last night at Wal-Mart, and I offered to bag Connor's purchases for him after he scanned them because I am a superb and thoughtful girlfriend.  Worst.  Idea.  Ever.  After three items I caused the "Please Wait for Assistance" screen and loud verbal message to pop up and we just waited till it went away.  Then the screen popped up like two more times throughout the transaction.  It shouldn't be as hard as they make it.  I'm just putting the stuff in a bag, why do I have to set it down first so it gets weighed.  It's all just a sloppy system that I never want to deal with again.  I'm pretty sure Connor doesn't want me to deal with it again either, mainly when he's with me.  

Happy Monday and endless rain should cancel classes.

xxxx

A