The Frank Funny Farm

we got dressed up and we went and hunted zombies and, and, and we came back and took silly pictures. on halloween, we did all this. and more. yay! and now, pictorial proof.*

*halloween blog, as dictacted to megan by ben.

and now, for a wee bit more detail perhaps. we did in fact get dressed up, ben before he went to work even. he was a psycho lumberjack. i didn't have to work, other than at home all day stressing me lil brain to produce an essay. i stopped that around 5 to begin making myself into what the general consensus seemed to call the angel of death. something tells me the angel of death doesn't have as much trouble as i did getting ready to go out. first the hairspray bottle said no you cannot have hairspray, i shall not squirt it on you. so i had to pour it into an empty spray bottle we had hanging around for cleaning products. that is NOT the way you want to use hairspray, lemme tell you. so after i got my hair issues resolved and moved onto my face, i learned my rad awesome eyelashes were in cahoots with the hairspray. no sticking. none at all. since they were my basic plan for my face looking cool, i had to just wing it. these things made us later getting to carey's for the pre-zombie hunt gathering than ben would have liked. oh well. we still made it for one halloween car bomb, which is an irish car bomb in halloween glasses and shot glasses. then we went downtown and met the rest of our peoples for the scavenger hunt. we apparently finished fourth out of 6, so we did not win any lame prizes. but we did run around downtown for three hours, which allowed for some interesting people watching (especially since nine inch nails was playing). oh and dan, dearest dan, whom we love to make fun of for being single with four cats, actually bought the "crazy cat lady" costume and wore it around, bringing much joy to myself and pretty much anyone else who saw him. ben and i saw it whilst halloween shopping and of course sent him a picture of it because we're evil. it's a pink bathrobe with cat heads and tails all over it, and a cat headband, which had a head in the front, four legs and a tail. and apparently it's a great outfit for picking up middle aged women. anyway, we hung out at the bar where the zombie hunt ended for a bit, then went to keith and laurie's for a fire, which was created from a pallet that may or may not have been stolen from kroger. then we came home and took these silly pictures and then i took a shower and we went to bed. and yes, i did have amazing bed head the next day.

Tags: angel of death, halloween, pictures, psycho lumberjack, zombie hunt

what do you mean this blog isn't my essay? you say i'm procrastinating? always complaining about how i have too much to do and not enough time to do it in and yet, here i am, blogging. well, i am in fact blogging, but at this very moment my brain is processing what exactly that paper shall be about. they always have to have a purpose, blast them. so, you see, negative nelly, i am, in fact being productive. narrowing ideas as we, um, speak. and besides, it's halloween, you leave me alone. i gots wings to wear around later and knock into things and only go through doorways sideway with. i'm going to be some sort of black fairy thing. or something. i dunno, i got awesome wings. and fishnets. and i have fishnet arm sleeve things, but since A) it's gonna be freakin' cold and B) my brief trying in them on resulted in red itchy hands and three benadryls, i don't think i'll be wearing them. i got crazy eyelashes too. whatever i am, i'm gonna look cool, even if i do have to wear a long sleeve shirt and chuck taylors cuz we'll be running around downtown hunting zombies. some sort of scavenger hunt thingy with a party or something at the end. sounds fun, and a good way to continue to pretend that i'm not all congested and sore-throated and feeling like poo. i let it win yesterday and (accidentally) slept until noon. but now i must return to my patented i'm-not-getting-sick-i'm-perfectly-fine-coughcoughcough method of healing. it always works out well.

anyway, i suppose i shall progress to transcribing some of my head babble to see if any of can be formed into an intelligent essay. or even reasonably intelligent. the bar gets lower as the semester progresses. until the end of course when the things that count the most appear and it's all AAAARGH i have to do fantastically on the finals! why do i have to be such a perfectionist nerd?

ps rant: why is it that commercials must be at least twice as loud as the shows? or in the case of amc, my dearest amc with its all horror all the time during this season, three, maybe four times as loud. yes, you've gotten my attention, but guess what? instead of making me sit there, rapt, realizing my deep need for whatever you're selling, you make me grumble, hit mute and thereby completely ignore you. and yesterday in fact, you made me change the channel. today, you sneaky bastards, not only are you the only people with horror movies on at 9 in the morning, but you have rob zombie hosting, welcoming me back from commercial breaks in all his rob zombie hotness. check and mate.

Tags: halloween, procrastination, rob zombie's hot