The Howl: gigantic, raunchy halloween party at my university, if you didn't know.
I attended. Pregnant.
As Juno MacGuff.
There were lots of other "costumes" that left very few things to the imagination, but to each his own.
Also, there was this really freaky dance performance by the USU Dance Company and my roommate, Sam, doesn't understand that if you scream, the zombies come after you, so we had fun with that for a while.
As for the actual day of Halloween...
this morning, in the paper, my editor gave that girl I work with credit for an article I agonized over all week. I was pretty livid about it.
And then, as if that weren't enough, there's this guy that has been asking me to "hang out" and I keep telling him I'm busy because I refuse to rearrange my schedule for a man who doesn't possess the decency to put forth a little effort and ask me on a real date. So, anyway. Today, he said, "You know, if you don't want to go out with me, I'd rather you just be honest."
I wanted to inform him that he never actually asked me out and that it didn't really matter anymore because I wasn't going out with him after a pity-sucking stunt like that.
I ended up not responding.
So, at around one, I decided that I wouldn't make it to my second class.
I threw in the towel.
Called it quits.
Came home, took off my makeup, put on a sports bra, and sat down to watch Ghostbusters.
Because I can't find it in me to support such a sucktastic day.
This holiday blows.
P.S. I am grateful for friends who I can say, "I need you to not be busy tonight. Are you busy tonight? Because I need you not to be." And then, they're just there. Maybe they're not always there, and maybe you shouldn't go to them, but sometimes, when you need them, they're there. I am grateful for that.