So fresh and so clean

Shout out to my homeboiz outkast. Or something.

Just a few observations from Halloween Oh Eight:



1. Me, "I will throw something at you."

Boy who has been finger-drumming on the desk in front of me in the Library for the last 10 minutes, "me?"

Me again, "yeah, you. You're tapping." [as I exaggeratedly pound the desk]

Boy's friend, amused, "Oh, does that bug you?"

Me, not flinching or blinking, "Yes."

Boy, "I'm sorry. I'll stop." [They're both grinning like idiots]

Me, rolling my eyes and getting back to reading blogs like I have been for 2 hours now since I skipped philosphy.

...About 4 minutes later...

Tap.

Boys head popping up from behind his computer, [we face each other at the desk] still with that stupid grin.

Me, laughing in a maniacal sort of way, pretending to think they're funny and or cute and it's not a big deal but they might be dead soon.

They must have caught the something-off about my laugh because a few minutes later they gathered up their things and in a shifty-look-behind-your-back kind of way, quickly exited the library.



2. Location: The Scream Asylum: Provo, Ut.

Time: 9:24 pm

Me: Dead sprint in a straight, hard line towards the exit as chainsaw guy chases after.

Girl in front of me: Dead sprint in a straight, hard line towards exit as chainsaw guy chases after.

Girl in front of me: Sudden spin around. Hard, blind lunge. Into my face.

Dead Weight.

She was dressed up as a cat. Her black nose crushed upward into my mouth/nose area.

My teeth had black in between them.

The force pushed my gums on my top left tooth up.

Blood.

Her nose, my mouth.

My white Mehmet Okur jersey.

[My teeth feel loose, my brain just richocheted in my skull, my lips are already swelling, and your nose makeup is in my TEETH, and yet, me, "I am SO sorry! Are you Okay? Is your nose broken?"

Her, " " . Nothing.

No apology. No 'It's okay'. No, "oh my gosh your $70 starting jazz player jersey that also happens to be signed by the entire team and the coach so it's now worth probably hundreds of dollars has my likely aids-infected blood all over it!"]

Instead, she. glared. at. me.



Then, I went to 7eleven to wash my jersey. It better not stain.



3. We made homemade soup. We had a few trick or treaters but not many. We saw The Haunting of Molly Hartley, and every time I screamed my brain split open and mutated. I probably have swelling and bleeding, I'm not joking. And so help me, if I stroke out before I get to meet the backstreet boys, I will hunt that girl down and.......



Now it's November. I love new months. I am enjoying my morning (wha? It's already 1:06 in the afternoon..er..) I need to go shower and meet my family for my sister's birthday dinner.



Love,

karL.