HALLOWEEEEEEN

So another Halloween weekend passes. Screw the 31st, it’s all about the weekend before.

So my costume this year was Daphne, from Scooby Doo! Surprisingly enough, people kept getting me confused with Velma. How the hell to you

make that mistake? Hot one, Ugly one. Seriously.

But regardless, I still had a great time. Got hit on by at least 5-6 guys, which always makes me feel good.

Lets see, so I hit up this party. 2$ cover for all you could drink. Three different kinds of shitty beer and everclear junglejuice! Which is rare in Ohio seeing as everclear is illegal to buy.

The first thing I notice is this guy dressed as a full on Spartan from the movie 300. His costume was incredible. Talk about dedication, he said he even shaved his legs then covered them with duct tape to look like sandals. I was seriously impressed. Then again, he hadn’t been drinking enough so he was obviously not being totally honest with me. I realized this when I told him I was a creative writing/journalism major and he tells me his dream is to travel around the world and write autobiographical fiction. Apparently I don’t get retarded drunk, so I could smell that bull shit a mile away.

Of course, I was pretty pleased that he thought I was a Junior. I felt bad, I had to tell him that I was actually a freshman before he tried to take me to the clubs or something. To which he seems a bit let down, and asks “…so…you’re 18 right?”

haha. Love that. He later lost interest and I decided to find my friends so I had an easy roll off, told him it was nice to meet him, then went to get more beer.

So my favorite part of the whole night was while I was just standing around, and this guy walks by, stops, and looks at me. He goes, “You have a very pretty face.” He pauses. Then he comes over to me, grabs my head, gets up in my face and says “I LOVE YOUR FACE!” Then he kisses my forehead, and walks away.

I felt so pretty! haha

Then some guy starts hitting on me, and he was just straight up creepy. I tried to roll off (a phrase I totally got from The Pickup Artist <3 that show) but the guy kissed my hand then kept staring at me while I was with my friends. Then when I went to get another drink, he corners me! Starts trying to get me to be his beer pong partner. Thank god my friends came to the rescue and decided we were leaving.

The crowning moment was the next morning when my friend texts me “I made out with [guy friend I came with].” I laughed out loud at brunch, and people looked at me funny.

Then came Saturday night. Went out with the girls, and we got snuck into a List Frat party, which means we needed wrist bands to get in. We called a guy, and he came out with 6 wristbands haha! Of course the place was PACKED. At one point I was literally smashed up against a speaker, and could not move. A girl behind us keeps yelling “PUSH THROUGH!” My friend Megan turns around, and tells her there is no where to push to, it was packed. To which the bitch replies, “Maybe you don’t understand. We’re kind of a big deal around here.”

Thank got Megan didn’t hit her. Personally, I just assumed that being a “big deal” means your the Frat’s designated sperm dumpster.

We left that mess, and headed to the track party. We walked right in since D is on the freaking track team, so she and I got darn good treatment. A guy dressed as Scooby Doo was hitting on me, and that was entertaining. I think he left with a friend of a friend though. I think guys are more gutsy on Halloween, in their costumes.

I ended up dancing with I believe on of the guys from Wayne’s world, some guy in a disco suit, and then my friends ex boyfriend. ooooh goodness.

Well, we danced and well, when I dance, I apparently get really into it, and uh, so did he. Nothing happened, because I’m a good girl and I love my boyfriend. But he got my phone number. I figured it was okay since he was always hanging out with the girls and I, we were all friends.

Well, we decided to leave, and he texts me at least 5 times asking if I was okay, yada yada. He even sends me a picture messages, with no picture..asking for a picture?

I get back to the dorm and my friend Emily is in the hall. She lost her room key and her roommate wasn’t back yet. So we were talking, and Mike, the ex, keeps calling me, so I give Emily the phone, and she tells him to stop calling me. Then for some reason, he thinks my name is Sara? But we corrected him, then out of the blue he thinks my name is Christian? ummm..k? But he was raving about my dancing.

He is taking the breakup with my friend really hard so he has been drinking a lot, thus that night he was blackout drunk, and I haven’t heard from him since. Thank God! I really don’t need that drama.

Plus, I love my boyfriend

Overall, It was a darn fun Halloween and I got a super ego boost! SOMEONE LOVES MY FACE!!

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