if anyone can read what’s written on my chest, i commend you and hope you laugh.
the gemstones reveal my shameless truth.
i was going to be an angel, but my friend guilt-tripped me into reluctantly lending him my wings so i decided to be a stripper. except i couldn’t find a vest so i settled on being a really slutty cat (thank goodness i still had the ears).
halloweekend’s over and done with and it’s left me both light-heartedly wistful and painfully exhausted.
i can’t even properly remember how many all-nighters i pulled but i can probably count the total number of hours i slept over the four days on my fingers.
i spent all of monday decorating for the NRH preparty – all streamers and plastic skulls, fake blood on blank paper and weight on my eyelids. 7:30 rolled by faster than i thought it would, and it was quiet at first, but it got fun as people finished getting into costume and started strolling in – even if the pull factor was the free alcohol at the back of the room. i managed to snag a strobelight from shakespeare so it was all flashing lights and blaring music. there was also a giant lifesize poster of myself for ‘pin the tail on the obed.’
i was thoroughly amused.
nightmare on crescent street got so crowded that i had to leave early. bodies, bodies everywhere – i could barely move, let alone dance. so, so many people, all hilariously drunk. the alcohol was the worst kind of influence, and soon the crowd was a mess of open mouths and sloppy tongues and i found myself pushing my way through the hazy crowd – parting the sea of barely cognizant girls in stilettos, and the boys who were trying to keep them standing (remember children, consent is not the absence of a ‘no.’ it is the presence of a ‘yes’). i’m pretty sure a mosh pit almost emerged at some point, and to that i raised my hand and said ‘no’ – shoving back when i got shoved.
nellie and i headed over to a house party afterwards, and i got mistaken for a hot girl by a confused boy dressed as a lobster.
and then we went to pita pit and we were happy.
i went back to my room with the intention of sleeping, but did some general interweb browsing and watched an episode of suburgatory (new favourite show) instead.
i have a midterm tomorrow that i haven’t started studying for (despite saying i would for the last several hours – all talk, all talk), so i should probably get some rest.
i have a new crush, but i’m not giving away any hints.
nobody takes me seriously with my crushes, but just because my desires are many and fleeting doesn’t mean they aren’t loaded with promise and conviction.
careful world, –
i might just start following heartlines.