halloween is over. sob. i really thought it was going to be terrible. i moped around the entire weekend beforehand and when i woke up yesterday morning i was sick and depressed and disappointed. i just knew it was going to be a terrible day. i didn’t want to get out of bed, didn’t want to face sunlight, didn’t want to be eighteen years old and didn’t want it to be halloween. but when i got back from my univ 100 class, there was a big sign outside saying, “happy eighteenth, ingi!!!!” and when i walked into my room, i found that it had undergone a metamorphosis, thanks to my wonderful roommate and another friend from downstairs. draped glowing spider webs, black and orange happy halloween balloons, a pumpkin mobile, spider streamers, hanging ghosts, stick-on bats, etc. it absolutely ruled. then i got three cards from my family, my little sis drew me an awesome picture, four of my best friends from back home wrote me, and i got a package in the mail full of some long lost clothes i had left back home. one of my friends here gave me a little package with eighteen pennies in it (such is the budget for a college student) and another gave me a rad fuzzy black bat with blue glittery wings that is now swooping over my bed. i finished classes and sat in the floor amongst my friends, half dressed in costume, singing to the rocky horror picture show while frantically trying to finish constructing my costume, thick, syrupy fake blood and glitter and little tufts of feathers flying everywhere. we finally finished and rocker barbie and i, the fallen angel, went off with linked arms into the stinging cold black night in pursuit of alcohol.

we arrived at the party among demented clowns, princesses, cowboys, a slew of austin powers costumes and some strange guy dressed as a nut sac: a white sheet tied into two sections and filled with pillows, stray pipe cleaners as pubic hairs, and a beanie on his head as a condom. how, er, original. there were kegs and jello shooters and endless games of beer pong, the usuals. i had to sidle throughout the party all night, trying not to knock people down with my big wings, leaving a trail of black feather particles behind me. i got tipsy and sarcastic and turned down every guy who approached me so harshly that their friends were left saying, “ouch” as they retreated back to them. lindsey and i stumbled back home late, trying to estimate our chances of catching hypothermia. i took a warm shower, the fake blood pouring down the drain in psycho-like manner, crawled into bed with my towel still on and fell into thick, velvety, black, dreamless sleep.

only 364 more days till next halloween.