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There were a few reasons why I didn’t take pictures of this year’s ultra cool Halloween party. For one thing, it was too dark. The only light that there was was coming from the billions of candles we had lit, so it was pretty dim in my house. I was also kind of busy running around doing stuff. I did manage to take some pictures after the party when the lights were put on, but that’s definitely not as cool as having pictures of people. I took like 200 pictures at Jill’s Halloween party where I was once again assigned to camera duty. Once she gets those pictures up on Flickr, I will totally link back to those. They’re really funny. Since I was dumb and didn’t take any pictures of my Halloween party, I think I’ll just do a little recap of the day’s events and stuff.

I woke up at like 9:30 and spent basically the entire day running around the house, cleaning up, and putting up massive amounts of creepy Halloween decorations. I got pumpkins and apples carved, streamers put up, I set up the projector and my laptop for scary movie viewing in my living room…. I was kind of pooped by the time my party started, but it was no biggy since I was excited.

People came relatively fast, so I guess they did listen to my “COME RIGHT ON TIME” note on my invitation. I was a little surprised. There were a few accidents early on, but I was so busy that I couldn’t really take time to freak out about my favorite Halloween ornament being smashed or a candle holder filled with fake blood breaking and spilling water and candle wax everywhere.

After most of the people had come to the party, Chloe, Jill, Shannon, Mary, Hannah, Robyn, some little people, and I went outside to do tarot card readings. Chloe did Jill’s tarot card reading with a fancy ten card celtic cross spread. I’m sorry to say that Jill’s future seems rather bleak, at least according to the reading. After that, I did Hannah’s reading with a simple three card layout and was very happy to see that the reading made complete sense. We were both really excited that the reading was so good. Then, after the tarot card reading was done, Hannah, Robyn, Chloe, and I walked to Robyn’s father’s house to get some more wood for our bonfire.

When we returned, we set up a seance in the back yard. I used to be so into the whole contacting-the-dead-new-age-spiritual thing so I kind of knew what I was doing. I set up a white cloth on the ground and I had everybody who believed in ghosts to sit on it in a circle. I passed a white candle around the circle and instructed each member of the circle to “charge” the candle with positive energy by imagining positive light coming out of it. We ended up contacting Hannah’s dead neighbor. We asked her to give us a sign that she was there and right when we told her to do that, OHMYGOD, the fire went out. We asked Robyn, who was tending to the fire since she didn’t believe in ghosts, if she had done that on purpose. She said no. So that was kind of cool.

After the seance, Jill, Hannah, Robyn, and I took our mugs of hot cider down to Mary’s house to get Shannon and Mary and tell them to get their butts down to my party. They turned out to be asleep, but we had them come down anyway. When we got back, we basically sat around in the kitchen while the other people at the party watched Underworld. I originally had Underworld on as sort of a filler movie to play before I showed the main feature. People got kind of into it though and I had to turn off the subtitles and put the sound on.

In the kitchen, Mary did some freestyle rapping and Robyn showed us some really cool card tricks. Then….. Underworld ended and I put on The Village. Then some of the people started to leave so I said goodbye to them and then we watched the rest of the movie, then the rest of the people left, and I’m getting really tired or writing a flat-out summary of my party so I’m going to end this post right now. But it was fun. To see the rest of the decoration pictures, Click here

I went to a funeral on Saturday. The mother of the nine year old girl I babysit died. She had a brain stem hemorrhage or something like that and they had to pull the plug. It really sucks because the little girl is so young and her father is seventy five or somewhere around there. I think that they thought that the mother would live longer, she’s like twenty years younger than the father.

The funeral service was very nice, better than the other funerals I’ve been to in my life. It was in a relatively pretty church. I really love the whole church thing. The architecture, the music, the spine-tingly old music. I think I would go to church at least for the nice experience if it weren’t for this little problem I have whenever I go to one. If I’m there for a little bit, not too long, I’m fine. But if I get bored or fidgety, my OCD totally kicks in and I start thinking really, really evil thoughts that I can’t turn off. It’s because it’s a church probably and you are not supposed to think bad things in a church, so my mind takes the opportunity to curse out all things holy. And I really don’t think that way. I don’t belong to a Satanic coven or anything. I’m not anti-religion in any way. It’s just that those little ticks inside my head want to torture me to death with thoughts that I can’t remove from my brain. So I spend the whole time thinking horrible thoughts and then apologizing profusely for them inside my head. But other than that….. the funeral service was quite nice.

As the church service ended and the people started to pull the coffin down the isle, I saw the little girl walking behind it, tucked into her father’s side. It was so heartbreaking to see her like that, even though she seemed wonderfully calm with the whole thing. I can’t imagine losing somebody so close to me at such a young age. Any age! A few weeks ago, when the mother was still on life support in the hospital, I babysat the little girl. As I got into the car with her and her father on the way to their house, I didn’t speak to her. What do you say to somebody going through something like that? I just looked at her sympathetically.

The grave yard was very pretty. It’s fall and the trees are starting to change colors finally, so it was a really picturesque grave scene. I don’t want to be totally insensitive, but fall is a really great time to kick off. Everybody stood around the grave while a priest read a passage from his bible and squirted some holy water onto the coffin. The sun was shining literally onto the coffin and the priest noted that. Everybody was dressed in black. It looked just like a scene out of a movie or something.

Today was a little bit of an annoying day. Not a BAD day but everything really just pissed me off, and not in that “OHMYGOD, I HATE EVERYTHIIIIING” kind of way. It just so happened that a lot of the things that happened today were annoying. Alright. Now that that’s done, onto what exactly about my annoying day was annoying. Well, starting off, my Evolution teacher decided to be super cool and discuss The Flying Spaghetti Monster in our Evolution class (I say “super cool” with absolutely no sarcasm, the FSM is COOL!). When he was done reading us the letter that was on the website, a lot of the kids in my class were either confused or pissed off. One said, “Is this a metaphor?” Another was like, “ohmygod. That was so disrespectful and offensive and stuff!” I once again wanted to stand up and go, “NO. YOU’RE WRONG. POO.” But I’m too shy and inarticulate around people, so I didn’t. And it’d be weird to say “poo” at the end of a sentence like that, especially in Evolution class.

Something else kind of annoying happened to me in study hall today, but it doesn’t really have anything to do with school and I don’t really want to hurt the person’s feelings, so it will go unmentioned here. Except for when I just mentioned it right there. The next thing (other than the thing that I mentioned that I won’t mention) that annoyed me was when I went to the bathroom before gym class. I was standing in front of the urinal (with nobody else in the bathroom, I can’t pee if anybody else is there) and I was reading the graffiti on the walls. There was a new one. I read it and it basically said, “Jim had sex here 10/4/05″ with a little arrow pointing up to something. I tilted my head up to follow the arrow and saw a USED CONDOM hanging out of the air vent. I spent the next few periods wondering if it’s possible to get an STD from a condom if it perhaps dripped or something down onto the urinal and it sort of sprayed onto me or something. That kind of grossed me out.

Then there was the mile run in gym class. I’m not normally completely opposed to running. I mean, even though I usually get cramps and start hyperventilating very quickly into a light jog, I’m not against the idea of going out and running. So that wasn’t the big deal. The big deal was that it is October and it is like EIGHTY FREAKING BLOODY DEGREES OUTSIDE. And it’s October. And we had to run a mile. And I was sweating profusely and it was SO GROSS. I hate sweat. If I didn’t know that it’s probably bad for you, I would love to smear anti-perspirant all over every inch of my body ever day. Not that I sweat a lot. I’m not active enough to sweat a lot. I just don’t like it when it does happen.

And it totally happened. I was like dripping as I made my way to government class. I needed to excuse myself and go to the bathroom to spend like five minutes frantically paper-towelling my face. It was really nasty. I then went down to the basement and bought a bottled water since (rrrr) I gave my bottled water away in first period to somebody who asked for it.

And lastly but not leastly, I FORGOT TO PUT A TAPE IN THE VCR AND IT DID NOT TAPE ELLEN AND MARTHA! I hate it when stuff like that happens. I’m going to try to cook dinner tonight. I hope it doesn’t burn or something. And I hope it doesn’t give anybody food poisoning.