Happy Halloween

I have already gone out twice for Halloween - once as Cyndi Lauper and once as a speed skater, both were funny, neither were very attractive. I saw a lot of girls dressed as whores for Halloween though. Of course they said they were Victoria's Secret Angels, nurses, police officers, etc... but really they were being strippers. I live in a really gay neighborhood and gay guys LOVE Halloween. All of the costumes so far have been way over the top and most of them extremely inappropriate. I guess straight girls and gay guys have something in common - they like dressing like sluts for Halloween.

Tomorrow is a Holy Day of Obligation - All Saint's Day. I should go to church just for all the sins I have witnessed this past weekend, let alone the ones I committed myself. I probably won't go though... I'm actually hoping that one of my friends "kidnaps me and forces me to drink excessive amount of alcohol" so that at least I'll have an excuse.

By the way, does hell have a VIP section?

Marge Theretard

So my brothers are totally justified in calling me Marge Theretard. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually a pretty intelligent person - I've always done well in school and on standardized tests. Dude, I was even runner-up in my elementary school's geography bee (let's not talk about the fact that I lost to a kid 2 years younger than me, ok?). But I also do really stupid things pretty often. For example just tonight when I was making dinner I got a fork stuck in the garbage disposal and it took me a good 30 or 40 seconds to figure out how to turn it off when I just turned it on and I have used it hundreds of times before. I can talk for hours about Middle Eastern politics, but I confuse Ice Cube and LL Cool J. I knew that Dave Henderson played for the San Francisco Giants for a season, but when playing a sports trivia game with my brothers, I was forced to be steady card reader after not knowing what "south paw" meant. I am the girl who would get a 100% on a Calculus test and then forget the combination to my locker. Most of the time my stupidity is innocent enough. On occassion, however, it rises to the level of being self-destructive... like getting wasted the weekend after getting out of the hosptial or hooking up with a guy with a live-in girlfriend. But in the end, the big things are few and far between and the small ones, well, they are funny and keep me human. So feel free to make fun, being able to take a joke is one of those things you learn when you have 4 brothers.

Mental Telepathy

If you know me at all, you know I enjoy a good challenge - I used to be satisfied with a mean game of Trivial Pursuit or The New York Times crossword puzzle, but as a single girl, "challenge" has taken on a whole new meaning. Never backing down from a dare, I have given out my screenname to potential suitors instead of my phone number (and a few not so smooth guys actually IMed me...). I have also played that game in the bar, where a friend picks out a guy and I have to get him to come talk to me without leaving my chair. I have conquered bar flirting - the challenge is gone. (OK, I know that sounds arrogant, but guys are easy. End of story). My roommate and I always talk about mental telepathy as a form of flirting - I call it the double black diamond of flirting, difficult to master and probably not even worth trying. But never backing down from a challenge, I decided to give it a try with a guy I see every day in the law library. I think it was really working, we progressed from no contact whatsoever to a nod in passing in the hallway to a quick smile from across the library. But then the weather got cold, and my mental telepathy experiment traded his cute flip flops in for WHITE SNEAKERS! Have I been sending out bad vibes? (I guess we'll know if he comes in tomorrow with a T.O. jersey and a visor...) So I guess the world will have to wait to see if I can handle the double black diamond because if mental telepathy really does work, this kid thinks I am a huge bitch.