God I love Halloween
I love it, love it, love it, I love everything about it the crisp weather the costumes the parties, the candy, oh the candy (I don’t get my candy untill November 1st though.). But the thing I love the most about it is, and I know how corny this sounds, that you can put one something as simple as a mask and for twenty four hours your king, you can do what you want, talk about what you want, go where you want and the most you get is an raised eye brow. I know that the girls take adventage of this, and use Halloween as a day to “slut it up” without repercausions, I personnlly don’t care for those costume, I’m a firm believer that a good costume needs a essence fear (more in a bit), I think it’s worrible that our society has such a difference in between how other individuals expect us act and how with think society wants use to act. Not to beat a dead horse, but look at television, an individual were to live thier life as dipcted in (almost) any random show (i.e. how with think society wants use to act), they would be shuned by most ‘respectible people’. But again we’re ridiculed about not aspiring to be those people in the shows.
I do love costumes though and I want to brag a bit about mine the last few years
This year: Chest burster from Alien; I went to the party in normal clothes, so a casual suit, then about half way through the evening, after every thing had gotten into a groove, I ‘collapsed’ on the floor and started ‘convulsing’, as soon as someone bent down to check on me I pull the release and POW! a bloody, six inch, sharp tooth alien larva snaped out of my chest. Feaked EVERYONE out, Had a couple screams and one faint, the girls who bent down to check on me fell three feet back. good year.
Last year: Spec Ops: Full dark camoflaugue, a shemagh, combat boots, gloves, reflectinve sunglasses. Very intimidating, plush zero flesh showing so you coun’t even fathom who I was underneath.
Year before: Generic ‘Tears of blood’; I did two hours of blood work on my eyes, even found some skin safe gloss varnish so the streeks looked wet all day, I got one scream and alot “you look pale’, that I found funny because I didn’t put on anything to lighten my skin. I also perfected my ‘creepy gait’ that year, so of what you would expect a horror movie monster ‘thats fast but never seemes to run’ to have.
Ciao
P.S. I think it’s kind of weird that I really like Halloween now, because as a child I can vividly remeber being sick (to some degree, ranging from bed ridden, to “I only want to do two blocks, three tops”) fot it every year.
