Halloween

10/23/05 I always thought that the girl’s bathroom in the bottom of the music building in our high school was haunted. For some odd reason I believed that one day I would go in there and there would be a person hanging from the rafters. Perhaps it was the dank, cloying odor of must and mildrew that had accumulated over the many years the building had stood through hard rains and the pathetic ventilation that the bottom level received. It just always gave me the creeps going down there to change into our choral outfits for a nighttime performance or to quickly use the bathroom (since choir was right after lunch). That's really all of the scary thoughts I have, no wonder I gooble up books by Dean Koontz and Stephen King so much. No, my first book would NOT be part of the horror genre.

I'm thinking that for next years Halloween costume I am going to be either an Iron Chef (preferrably Chef Masaharu Morimoto since he's the only chef that has been in both the Japanese and the American versions of the show). It would be fun to just run around wearing silver and carrying around a fake butcher knife and rubber chicken. It's either that or I'm dressing up as Diana (played by Jane Badler) from the 80s show "V". I could put a little scrape in my "skin" and put on some fake snakeskin to make it look like I'm a lizard underneath. Plus who wouldn't look fabulous in a bright red jumpsuit with a gigantic black vinyl "V" in a standup collar around their neck extending to their crotch rather suggestively.


I was uber-lazy this year and didn't even bother with a costume...of course, since I wasn't going anywhere for the holiday, it didn't really matter.

Yep, that's right, I opted out of celebrating the one holiday that you can pretty much get away with anything that you want...weather it be looking or acting unlike yourself. Sadly, ever since those rosy days of old when my mother spent hours on Saturday sewing my costume and my siblings costumes have I felt that magically transformed.