NaBloPoMo! And Halloween Happenings.

Today is November first. And I've taken the challenge.

I will blog EVERY DAY for an entire month. (Or at least I will valiantly attempt to remember to do so.)

I watched one of my friends participate in NaNoWriMo last year. It was an epic endeavor of awesome proportions (50548 words). And supposedly involved giant mushrooms. Alas, to this day, she refuses to let me read it. Hopefully she will participate this year. As will several other of my acquaintances. I, however, am too lazy/too busy (at least I like to think of it that way) to commit to writing 50000 words in a month. Therefore, I have decided to instead participate in NaBloPoMo (which I learned about from reading this amazing blog).

This being Post #1, it is fated for posterity! fame! greatness! a slightly inflated ego! and so on and so forth.

I will tell you about my Halloween night.

Now, college students are famed for their partying skills. I, as a newly established college student, attempted to live up to this image and went to a party on Halloween night. The dress code being, of course, "the sluttier the better" for those of the female persuation, I dressed as a gypsy. While "plunging neckline" may have been too mellow a term, skirtage was ample enough to cover three, possibly four other female partygoers (aside from my friends), who were not wearing much clothing at all.

However, I did encounter many interesting costumes. There was, of course, Sarah Palin, a very pregnant-looking Bristol Palin, and Tina Fey dressed as Sarah Palin. Also expected were Juno (both male and female) and Pauli Bleeker, as well as your standard skimpy firefighter/policewoman/referee/Tinkerbell/french maid/heidi. Of notable interest: the Second Amendment, a centaur, Dr. Horrible, and an iTunes ad.

Because there was a lack of many things, notably breathable air and room to move, we sat outside on the porch for about an hour and then went to the campus' favorite 24/7 breakfast place, which, by the way, has the most amazing brownie sundaes you will ever get for $3.50. It took three girls to finish it. Well, two plus a number of others who stabbed at it with a fork every so often, but it adds up to three (sort of). Also, the waiter was dressed in drag and looked quite pretty. He asked us if his mascara was running or not.

I got back home at three a.m. and did not wake up my roommate! (I should have. I'm still holding that grudge from when she got back from the NIN concert at three and turned on all the lights and ate fried chicken and sprayed so much perfume I now hate my favorite perfume ever. All that while I was trying to sleep, because I have Organic Chemistry at 8 in the mornings. We'll settle this someday.) However, I did kill my left contact because I screwed the cap on the case in the dark and did not realize the contact was stuck in it. Now I have a shredded contact. Which is cool, but not useful.

Overall verdict: it was a pretty amazing night.