"I'm going to stock up on matza right now!"

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November 25th 2001- Holiday Shop-Omatic (eric's log here) WOW!! I actually AM able to do things other than work and go to school! It's amazing! But not nearly as amazing as my ability to wrap my arm around my head and pretend I'm an elephant. THAT is amazing. But as every one knows, the day after thanksgiving is the biggest shopping day of the year, or so they want you to believe that. Mainly I think its just people THINKING its the biggest shopping day of the year so they all go out and shop. I got off my one job early, so i went to best buy for an hour, and then went to work at Chism's, where i worked until 6 that night. 8 to 6 baby. But anyway, it was a beautiful day and there were a few good deals around town, and I was HOPING to get into a fight with some old woman for a Harry Potter toy, but mainly i just got some CD's at Best buy and that place was PACKED. I was in the moscow bread line that hopefully would lead to a register, and the two ladies in front of me were looking through this big bin of DVD's and VHS tapes for the traditional Rudolph claymation thing on VHS, they found it on DVD but didn't want that one. Picky, I know. But they were rummaging through the bin and i just kind of stuck my hand down deep and voila! Pulled out a VHS copy of Rudolph. Could it be my psychic powers? Or am I just a nice guy? Maybe it was the first because when I pulled it out I lobbed it at her head like I was throwing a fast ball! No, no, I didn't really do that. I instead kept it for myself and told her to eat it raw!!! Okay not really, all this work has warped my sense of humor! I gave it to them and they were really happy and nice, and i got my CD's!! One i got for a friend, and I'm pretty sure she will like it, but I'm not going to say what it is, in case she reads this. (But who does read these, really?) AND i got HeartBreaker by Ryan Adams. In my other rant i talked about how i got GOLD by him, this one is really good too, though not quite as good as GOLD, his second solo. But anyway! You want to know why Elmo is perverted!? I know you do. My grandma wanted to get a tickle me elmo for my little nephew, so i went out to Toys R Us to find one. When i turned into the aisle where they would be I found a couple man-handling the LAST one. Quite a predicament I found myself in, do I A) Kick the guy in the back of the knee, making him drop the elmo into my possession, or B) wait and see if they actually get it. As I was rearing my leg up for the crashing blow, they put it back on the shelf. They kind of looked around some more and I smiled and nicely asked them if they were going to get him, and they said no, they were looking around for things for their grandchild, so I said I was trying to find one for my nephew, said thanks and left. BUT, here is where he is perverted. The normal tickle me elmo starts giggling and shaking when you squeeze his tummy. This one is surprise tickle me elmo, and it is a surprise. You squeeze him in different areas, and he says "elmo not ticklish there!!" or he laughs a bit and says "elmo a little ticklish there!! And all the time, just too damned cute. But then i found where he is really ticklish, IN HIS CROTCH!!! Thats right, you grab a big ol handful of furry red groin and he starts gigglin and shaking and laughin, and says "elmo like that!!" Needless to say, rather disgusting. And its not just one of those "well i think that is his crotch area" Its his crotch. Unless Sesame Street Monsters have different anatomical regions, I've introduced my nephew to the dark creepy side of life. Should it be Whip me Spank me Elmo? Possibly, but let's hold off on the name change for a bit. I should have known what I was buying when the cashier asked me if i would like the leather mask and handcuffs accessory set. So that was my day! How was yours!?

......Oh, okay......so you aren't going to answer me...fine...be that way...see if you get a christmas card..........................................bitch.

"Heee heee, elmo likes it when you grab, heee heee, heee heee"

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November 21st 2001 - I swear, either this girl is a complete and utter moron or she's a genius! Personally I'm going with the first choice. I really don't want to be mean, but damn am I even more confused than I was the other day. Let me try and explain so you might be able to know why. First off, you should know that I heard from this girl at my work that supposedly my brother told everyone at my work about me being gay, 'then' my brother says he has no clue what this girl is talking about, and now finally tonight I get the chance to confront this girl and find out the truth. Do I, you ask? Not really. I politely ask if I could talk to her in the garage and almost immediately she says "Did I do something? .. If you're mad at me for anything I did I'm really really sorry." I hadn't even accused her of anything yet and obviously her doing anything wrong has no difference of levels since saying sorry pretty much absolves her of any responsibility whatsoever. So I continue and remind her of the conversation we had when she told me that everyone at work knew about me and that it had been my brother who told everyone. After saying that my brother knew nothing of what she was talking about, she quickly changed her story to "Oh, then it was definitely either the other manager or the other one." (This, yet again, would be so much easier if I would just use names but I don't feel I can) Since I hate saying "I said" and "She said", I'll break down the conversation into a sort of confusing log: (slightly paraphrased as I'm not a recording device, though I wish I was!)

me: Okay, so let me get this straight. You were in the room when whoever it was told everyone I was gay, right?

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That's when I started working and couldn't exactly continue the conversation. Needless to say I'm pretty miffed. My only consolation which isn't even one is that the 1st girl who started all this was almost in tears when I was giving her stinkeye and asking her questions. Looks like the only thing I can do now is ask both of the other managers and get an answer. Sure it doesn't 'need' to be investigated as it doesn't matter, but I would just really like to know. And if both of the managers deny it, then I'll just have to not speak to this girl anymore as she's probably mentally unstable to begin with to make up such an elaborate lie just to possibly prove her suspicions of me being gay. - chris

"Being under water is an odd statement. Unless the actual water is the very line that is the top of the water and the water is something else, you can't exactly be 'under' it."

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November 20th.....I think...2001 (eric): Ah, sweet paranoia, I am yet again at school for another 12 hours, and yesterday, monday, i worked 12 hours straight, then got about 6 hours of sleep, and headed back here to school, where i think people are staring at me. Chris said today that I'm paranoid but thats not right, because I didn't even see chris today!! So maybe my whole unknowing if things are real or not is actually catching up to me. Did that chair just move? I think it just moved closer to me. I'll fix him.

"...who's that!? stop staring at me!!"

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November 19th 2001 - Chris again, .. just had a talk with my brother asking him when he was going to tell me about telling all my work about me. To which he said he didn't. So.. I think I shall be having a little talk with this girl at my work. I 'may' blow up her house since she doesn't exactly own a car. This is where being my dad's son has its downside. ;] At the moment I don't trust anyone for a while, and I'm definitely in the mood to taser someone. - chris

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November 19th 2001 - Well, my weekend has been an enlightening one to say the least. Two days ago I was working at the rink and talking with this girl who also works there. She was kinda sad and telling me about it. Evidently she had been watching MTV which was showing the entire Matthew Sheppard thing and something about the people who killed him only got 2 years in jail with no probation. I don't know if that's true or not, but if it is then I hate our government even MORE! 2 f-ing years for killing someone just because he was gay?!? Anyway, so I preceeded to agree with her that our government and people suck in that respect and that Matthew Sheppard's mom had given a talk on Halloween but that I missed it (because I was doing less important things). She's a big activist now, which is a nice thing to happen from such a tradgedy. Well I decided that I really didn't care if this girl knew I was gay so I told her, to which she didn't hear me, to which I told her again. The next words out of her mouth certainly weren't the ones I was prepared for which were "Yeah, I already know." Pretty shocked to say the least, I was even more shocked when she went on to say that 'everyone' at my work knew! I was highly curious as to how this could happen since I didn't tell 'anyone' at my work. So, making me promise not to tell, she informed me that my brother had in fact told everyone. Normally this would be a horribly bad thing, but I'm kinda up in the air about it. The circumstances behind him telling everyone was that evidently one night everyone was telling fag jokes or something and I either was there and I left with a bad look on my face, or I wasn't there and he just acted on his own and asked everyone if they'd stop doing such things because I was gay and had just come out and still coming to grips with it blah blah blah. See? Good thing. BUT the fact that he decided not to 'inform' me of this is what I'm kinda confused about. It's cool that everyone seems basically normal around me, except for the fact none of the guys will sit next to me (which is pretty narrow minded of them as I'm not interested in any of them and the one guy who I 'would' be interested in is 16 and straight and therefore that's a no). Well, at least I get to subject my work people to the gay culture somewhat and at least show that we're not freaks of nature who are drastically different from them. I do think I'm going to ask my brother about him telling everyone though, just because I want to know. Lastly, the only other thing that happened was Kim telling Liz that I was talking smack about her on the website and I had to sort it out. It wasn't that difficult since everything I put on the website I wouldn't mind my friends reading. I'm not stupid to think that no one has the internet and thus my rants are safe from prying eyes, and personally I don't feel that what I said in my Halloween rant was offensive. I could have been a lot worse! ;] Only saying that because Eric said that the rant seemed like my Halloween was pretty dull and not really as bad as I made it out to be. Thankfully I'll be talking to Kim today and asking her what the deal is with talking bunk about my site. - chris

"My credit card company is a group of bastards!"

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November 18th 2001: Ah sweet hallucinations- Eric here. Working almost ten hours a day, three days a week, five hours on saturday, school 11 or 12 hours a day on tuesday and thursday has led me to, well, question whether or not anything is actually real, because im getting to the point that I dont exactly KNOW what is real or fake. Its very strange. The days aren't even Tuesday, or Monday, or Friday, they are either A) The days i go to work, or B) the days i go to school, and half the time i wake up in the morning not knowing which day it is. Now that I'm working on saturdays, it makes it even more of a problem. I like my cartoons! But money is good also. But i do a WHOLE LOT of stuff in one day, so the things i do i get mixed up, "did i do that tuesday or friday? Did i just buy that CD yesterday? it seems like ive had it for a few days" (and the CD im talking about is the incredible GOLD by Ryan Adams, extremely great, and go to Best Buy to get the version with the Side 4 bonus disk, the songs on there are amazing, almost BETTER than the songs on the regular CD) but anyway, being as I am worn out, I stayed up all last night in the hopes of seeing the leonid meteor shower, which i did not because it was way to cloudy. Go St. Louis for making me miss out on a once in a life time chance to see them. But i went up to Sunset Park, where the Missouri river flows through and i sat and looked at the sky, enjoying the mild evening, a few people would come and go, and one pulled up and got out and it was a cop. But she was very nice and we talked for a bit, and two other cops showed up, and then they all got together and talked, and I just sat and thought and looked at the sky, this was about 3:30-4 in the morning. Then finally they left and it was silent and lovely, I got in my car because I decided to leave, it was 4:10 and still cloudy, but it looked like it was going to clear up, so i waited, and another truck pulled up far away, and i think i drifted off. Like i had just blinked for a long time i opened my eyes and it was 5 and the truck was gone. I didn't hear it leave or anything, so i must have been really asleep. So I left and drove around for a bit, listenin to good music and somewhat sleepy, so i went home, and fell asleep. But I need a vacation or something, if anything so I can figure out what day it is. I think its sunday right now, but im not entirely sure. Yea it is! And a Happy Birthday shout out to Inna! :)

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November 14th 2001-Eric: I just worked 10 hours and now i have to study for a big psychology test that i thus far have not studied for!! Yay for me!! And I would like to go see Harry Potter and The Sorceror's Stone with Chris and Liz but I'm assuming that my invite got lost in the vast land of abandonment. But that's okay. I'll take the high road and invite them to the preview screening of the new film I'm making all about DEMENTED REVENGE!!!! See ya! :)

"I know your watching me.....I see you...wait your blind, DAMN!"

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November 14th 2001 - So I've been busy for a while and couldn't check in, big deal. ;] Here's a big run down of what's been happening. First off, remember the guy at my work I thought was cute? Well he's 16 and has an ugly girlfriend. He looks and acts a lot older though, in my defense. My brother being one of the managers has to hang around there for long hours, and to pass the time away would bring his PS2 and play GT3 (too many damned abbreviations) most of the time. While he would play, the cute guy would also help my brother play the game and they'd just have a grand ol' time and bond, and the cute guy's mom would come up and bring them food. (Damn it'd be easier if I would use names, but I just don't want to) =] Anyway, so then the next day after, my brother would just go on and on about how the cute guy and him played Gran Tourismo 3 and made all kinds of cool cars and blah blah blah. This struck in me a feeling I'd never really had in a while which was jealousy. I was actually jealous and felt that my brother would rather have the cute guy as his brother, and that just pissed me off. One because my brother is an asshole a good amount of the time (I'll get to more in a bit), and two because the part of my brother that 'isn't' being an asshole was being spent bonding with the cute guy and not me. Thankfully this only went on for a week or so and then he stopped talking about it. It might still be going on, but at least it's not in my face. Then there was a little 'more' work drama consisting of this girl I really dislike because she reminds me of someone I used to hang out with: always has to be talking and no one can get a word in edgewise, will interupt other people just so she can speak, is always "right", thinks she's the shit,.. I think you get my point. Well she asked to switch days with me and we'd cover each other's shifts, to which I said sure. It would actually help me out because I had a speech and two tests to study for then. But also being the thinker I am, I don't trust this girl as far as I can throw her so I figure on going into work anyway just to make sure she covers my shift. Well my brother gives me the night off 'anyway' because they were so dead they didn't need four cashiers and the girl shows up to work. The kicker is, she doesn't show up to work, she shows up to talk to another cashier and then tells my brother she 'can't' work that night. She then leaves and comes back about a half hour later to talk 'more'. Well she got yelled at and everything didn't really come as a surprise. Backtracking a little bit, she called in sick five minutes before she was supposed to work one day and the next day shows off the new tattoo she had gotten the day she was "sick". And the reasons she gives for not working my Wednesday shift was that since she had called in sick on the "tattoo" day, she assumed I already knew that she didn't want to switch shifts anymore. Whatever.. So on Friday I didn't go into work because she didn't cover 'my' shift, why should I cover hers, and she does a no call/no show because she was 'sleeping' and forgot she was working. Bull. Needless to say, I don't really like this girl, but that's okay. Back to my brother being an asshole. Just yesterday he was being all nice and very uncharacteristic of himself asking me if I wanted to go places with him, to Best Buy, etc. So I go and we have an okay time. Then when we get home he tells me about how one night after work he got his feet molested by this black man. Evidently he was wearing sandals and walking to his car and this man comes up to him and goes on and on about how my brother would be driving home in sandals and how dangerous that was and that my brother should just drive barefoot. He continues to go on and won't leave till my brother is 'showing' him that he'll drive home barefoot and the guy reaches down and starts feeling my brothers feet!! He must have had some bizarre foot fetish and, since my brother was wearing sandals, worked his mojo to get his fix. My brother was really freaked out by the experience (as would anyone!!) and basically drove away really fast. I'm surprised he didn't punch the guy. So, I'm empathizing with my brother and in shock that this happened to him, to which I tell him about the time the guy put his arm around me outside of this club and then 'asked' if he could. My brother kinda ignored me and said "oh, that's great, okay." .. Yep, he's still an asshole.. but he's my brother and I have to cut him some slack, though not much. As for my speech and two tests, I got a C on my speech because evidently talking about how to make a webpage is too "detailed and designed for a longer time span than 5 minutes" and B's on my other two tests for Human Racism class (Human Sexuality) and Philosophy. I really don't deserve the B on the philosophy test though because I didn't study at ALL and didn't even read 'any' of the material. Enough of it must have just sunk in from the lectures. Well, this has been my boring account of the last 13 days. I'm trying to find time to make the "Liz is the coolest person I know" webpage since I lost our pool game, and that will add to her christmas present because I'm poor! Thankfully though, she 'is' going with me to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone when it opens this Friday. She actually likes Harry Potter, but I just think the movie looks cool! I'd probably like the books if I read them, but I'm presently on the quest to finish the entire Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. - chris

"It's not white trash until you have children - Rachel"

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November 13th 2001-Eric: GRANT LEE PHILLIPS KICKS ASS!!! I went and saw him last night at Pop's in Sauget, and it was the best concert i have probably ever been to. Everything about it was awesome, his voice is great, he and his band are incredible musicians, one playing drums and grant lee phillips and bill bonk playing everything in between, from piano, guitar, mandolin, bass, harmonica, everything. It really and truly was a great, great show, and he's an awesome guy!! He seemed really nice on stage and funny, goofy, kinda eccentric, he thanked everybody for coming over to the "dark, creepy side of town" because thats what Sauget is. Local geography: train yards, factories, liquor stores and strip joints. But it was completely worth it, because i cant say enough times how great the concert was. Just for the sheer talent, ive been to concerts that were high energy and all kinds, and this concert was too, high energy and all kinds, but ive never actually been in such awe of someone's talent before. He is just that damned good. And then he came out to the crowd (of about 50 die hard fans) and was talking to people and taking pictures, shaking hands, and he signed my CD!! And i got a t shirt! The shirt really kicks ass, its camoflauge with the picture of his new cd on the front. The only somewhat bad thing is that the image is black and the shirt is camoflauge, making it somewhat hard to see, but its still awesome. And he is a really nice guy, he was happy to talk to people and sign things and take pictures, and thats just cool. SO, you should go to www.grantleephillips.com, OR the site for his old, great, incredible band, Grant Lee Buffalo at www.grantleebuffalo.com. I'm not sure how to link those sites from this document, so you can just go to the links page and they will be there!!

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November 9th: THE TRILOGY!!-I still have my cold, and i just wrote Movember instead of November, wwaaaay back in the days of the prequel. I think im going to sneeze. Okay maybe not. I should get some aleve cold and sinus, brought to you by the great folks at Aleve!! When you have a cold and need relief, just say Aleve!! And if you don't really have proper grammar and you want to anounce your departure, just say Ah leeve!! Its the same and the more you say it, the more we get paid!! I think. I havn't really worked that out with the folks at Aleve. But you know, I think ive spelled Aleve COMPLETELY wrong, so they might sue us. I'm sure Chris is gonna LOVE that.

"We have here notices to cease and desist all use of the product name "Aleve". Failure to do so will result in immediate legal action."

Oh damn, wow, this sudden twist of events leads me to believe that i need some ALEVE!! Aint nothin like ALEVE to get rid of those headaches.

Movember 9th 2001- THE PREQUEL!!: I don't really know what im going to write about. I have a cold, well a sore throat and kind of sniffy nose, that sucks. Maybe I'll add something to the site.

"Do we have any cusswords on our site?"

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November 9th, PART TWO!!- lets hear it for cuss words everybody!!! I would write them all out, but I'm not. Because I'm such a goddamn fuckin good kid, thats why.

Okay really, I don't cuss that much. I just thought that it would be funny to put some cuss words on the site and i apologize to any kids who are reading this. You shoulnd't use those words, call people monkey paws or jack mongos, or, if your really mad, bitch monkey. No, wait. I shouldn't have said bitch. Damn. Oh, crap. Sorry about that. Actually this was all a test!! A test to see how influential we here at www.geocities.com/chrisericus/indexmain.html are to all those little kids out there, we know you love our site and we salute you!!

" i just taught little kids how to cuss!! And people said I had no ambitions. I showed them bastards."

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November 9th (i think) 2001- Hey!! Okay, question. Have you ever attempted to spike a hot dog so that the person who would eat the hot dog would become severely inebriated and, in that state, give you their wallet? Well, I did. But i did it on a large scale, i went to a little hot dog stand and replaced the hot dogs with bottles of jack daniels. Now, you might think people would notice. So did I, but they didnt. They poured the mustard and ketchup on the bottle and then drank it down. Like sailors in a whore house, they didn't waist a minute. So that led me to question, why did these people not know that they were not in fact eating a hot dog, but instead were drinking hard liqour wrapped up in a bun and covered with condiments. And I realized the answer!! Becuase I (thats capitalized there) had actually drank all of the bottles of whiskey that I was going to replace the hot dogs with, and i only THOUGHT that i made the switch, and people were actually eating their hot dogs, the cheap bastards. OH but i still got a wallet, yes i did. But it ended up being my own wallet, so it wasnt anything big. Oh, Eric wrote this, AS IF you didn't know that!!!

"how many times have i told you, NO KETCHUP ON MY WHISKEY!!"

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November 6th 2001: Eric is bored and sad!! Quick, somebody do something!!

NO! Don't douse him with gasoline!! Just sprinkle him with it. There's a good boy.

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November 5th 2001: Eric here, WOW!! This is actually letting me write something on the site!! Usually these computers at the library don't, well they wont let me add anything to the current month of the rants, how odd and picky is that? Well i have a bit to rant about, so I'll try and condense it all into cute little chapters!!

Chapter 1!!! Damn you Jack in the Box, for you drive us to MADNESS!!!

First of all, I try and stay away from fast food restraunts, because I like to, or at least try to, eat a bit healthy. Nothing over board, i just try not to clog my arteries. But i couldnt think of anything to eat and i was hungry, so i went to Jack in the box. Its about noon, and i order my stuff and this GIGANTIC white truck in front of me is sitting there, and the driver is just bobbin around in it like he's nuts. He leans out the window and screams "dammit!!" and then looks back at me, then hits the side of his car door, then leans out the window and screams, once again, "FUCKIN DIE!!!" and this time the poor lady who is in the convertible in front of him (!!!) looks back and I think he has some kind of thing against her, and then he looks back at me again and screams out "fifteen!!!" I kind of give him the "what the hell are you talking about?" look, and he screams out "fifteen minutes!! Ive been waiting fifteen minutes!! dammit!!!" and i, again, just give him the look like "what the hell are you talking about?" and i just kind of say "oh." But, I mean, its noon on a sunday, that is kind of lunch time. And then within two minutes, the guy has his food and is gone!! How in the world did he wait fifteen minutes and then all of a sudden get his food? That doesnt happen. And then when he got to the window he was all cool, like "hi! :) can i get some ketchup too!?" And im left behind him with the question "did you forget that you just screamed out "fucking die!!" to everybody in front of you?" Cause people might forget things sometimes, like where they put their keys, or if they just told someone something, but thats just not somethin you forget saying. SO that was my lunch time sunday. Now for chapter 2!! Also about jerks in cars.

Chapter 2!!! First blood, for the second time!!

Okay, I've said it before, I'll say it again and i might just get a damned bumper sticker that says it, If your going to ride somebody's ass, do it in a porno, not on the highway. And especially not if you have your brights on!! Really now, your an ass if you ride someone elses ass, ESPECIALLY if you CAN pass them! I usually go about 70 miles an hour on the highway, yes its ten miles over the limit but thats nothing. If you NEED to go 80 or 90, then pass me, you do have that ability, you dont need to ride my ass, and turn your brights off. Use your brights in fog or in the woods or something. Or use them to light up your ass because obviously, thats where your head is and you need light to see what a dick you are. I cant wait until i have the money to buy the Batmobile from the first Tim Burton Batman movie, then try and ride my ass. I'll have that big jet burner and all those cool gadgets. And really, who would mess with someone driving that? Try and pass me!? FINE!! It has a top speed of 225 mph, you think your lil SUV or 85 dodge plymouth with 6 thousand dollars worth of speakers in it could top that? I do not think so.

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November 1st 2001 - Whose Halloween sucked? Mine did. First off, I had to work at the rink from 5:30-9:00 because they were having a huge youth night type of thing for the resident kids to come and play games (all of which were ring toss) and get candy and prizes. I was in charge of (big surprise) one of the ring toss games. I probably had at least 100 some odd children come up to my table and throw these rings at this almost impossible game only to get a piece of candy. The parents however had to pay, I think, around 5 dollars just to get in the place. I'm not a mathmatician, but I think if the children had just gone around the neighborhood they would have gotten a lot more candy for FREE! But I digress. Working actually wasn't the bad part of my night. My legs hurt like hell from scrambling after those damned rings the kids kept throwing and I thought I was going to lose my voice because it was so loud in the gym I had to scream to the kids what their prizes where, but it was still fun to see all the kids have a great time. When I got home was where my night went to crap. I think I've already said a couple of times that my dad is really insane. We (family and friends) all think so, but he's so insane, who's going to tell him to get help? This little interaction I had with him was all because he wanted me to go buy milk since I was going out again that night. Keep in mind it was Halloween and the last thing I was going to be thinking about was buying milk. So I said sure, to which he continues "I'm kinda doing this for you since you mainly drink the milk." Well this made me think that if it's for 'me' then I can just go get it after class the next day since I don't drink milk in the mornings. Well he didn't like that answer and kinda went ballistic. I'm almost positive that NORMAL human beings don't go all crazy because of milk, and that they especially don't need time to 'calm down' from the experience.

After that, I was definitely looking forward to hanging out with my friends and having a great halloween. Was that going to happen? No. Liz and I were supposed to be going as siamese twins joined at the hip, but she decided three hours before I was going to get there to become a prostitute. I was left only with my last choice as being a raver kid. (Side note: It actually went okay as a costume but if I 'ever' want to put glitter on my face again I'm going to shoot myself because it doesn't want to come off very easily) So I get to the apartment and Kim helps me with my costume. Keep in mind that Rachel and Liz have been having a slight falling out, so when Rachel comes into the bathroom and wants to use me as a sounding board I already get a bad feeling about the night. So she starts talking and I'm listening and she kinda seems like she's going to cry. Then next thing I know Liz comes in asking if she could help with my costume, but I was already done and then Rachel starts talking to Liz. Well they have this really big discussion while I'm stuck in the middle not able to leave. Just saying they had a big discussion doesn't even 'remotely' begin to describe the whole scene. Well, after they seem like they're done, I go get some air, to which I come back to even 'more' "discussions" and a very crying Rachel. Liz looks like nothing had happened and is disgustingly cheerful as when someone is ignorning that they just had a discussion and is acting like everything is fine. So by that time, Rachel does not want to be in the house and we were all supposed to go to some party. While driving to the party Rachel finally has a well deserved release and a lot of crying insues until we get to the party. The party was stupid, and probably about an hour into it I decide to go home because my night already sucked and I couldn't have it back. I was really bitter since the night probably would have been a 'bit' better if Liz and Rachel hadn't had their fight. So I'm in a bad mood and figure I'd drive back to the apartment in hopes that everyone in fact did 'not' go to the party because of the incident that happened and I could get my clothes back. Liz and everyone was there, but I was still in my mood so I wasn't really enthusiastic about speaking to anyone. The cat bolted from the open door and I picked her up and threw her into the apartment hallway with little regard, which announced I was in a mood and to not really talk to me. I got my clothes, Liz came to check on me, I told her I wasn't mad at her (which I wasn't because I was actually mad at the fact Liz and Rachel had that fight and I couldn't have my night back) and told everyone good night and left.

Fast forward to now and I just got a call from Liz who is going to Memphis for a week and just wanted to say bye. I was slightly cold to her, as I'm still unhappy about the events of the night before, but nothing as cold till she asks me why I was angry. I tell her I was upset my night was ruined and that I couldn't have it back, implying that it was her and Rachel that ruined my night without saying it point of factly. To which she responds "that's it?!? 'that's' what you were mad about??!" like it was no big deal. That pissed me off, needless to say. She tells me more about what evidently happened that night after I left and I'm just neutral about it. I tell her that I'm happy she thinks that I had stupid reasons to be angry about last night, and that shocked her. And since I had filled her in on my annoyance, she decided to just end the conversation and say bye. This has, hands down, been the worst halloween I've ever had. - chris

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