Halloween.

Halloween is overrated. I can never make up my mind on what I want to be because I can't commit. Identity is a big issue. I like being myself. I feel stupid in someone/something else's skin. I do love candy, but it always makes me feel guilty, because on occasions like these I eat way too much.

Halloween is a dumb holiday.

Last night I went to Nick's going away party. I took a video.


This morning, Carrie and I went on a wild goose hunt to find vine, black spray paint and a sheet. I still don't have a sheet. oops. I don't really even want to go out. I kind of want to stay in bed, eat pbj's and do research. Wow. When did I become so crotchety?