Happenings....

Halloween was very uneventful.

I requested a morning shift on Halloween because I wanted to take my cousin trick or treating. Evil Manager singed off on my request and I went to work all dressed as Amelia Pond from Doctor Who so that I could go directly to my aunts aftewards.

No one knew who I was. I rocked a red wig, a red hoodie and a short black skirt with tights; an exact replica of Amelia's outfit from a Who episode. Everyone however thought I was a hooker. A high class one. Or worse they thought I was just dressed as a girl in a red wig. I got so many compliments on the wig that everyone was oblivious to the Doctor Who homage.

I can't fault anyone though. Outside of two people who watch the show at my job, Doctor Who remains a very British show that a lot of people who aren't a fan of British television watch. If I would have been around a bunch of Who nerds the costume would have been a success.

Once again, donning an outfit that I wouldn't be caught dead in outside of Halloween caused very strange reactions amongst my coworkers. A girl who works in Cafe, who never ever talks to me because she is girly and cool, has suddenly become my friend since. She said I look amazing with long hair and that I need to grow my short hair out 'like now'. It was sort of bizarre.

McAbs was nice and mean to me all at the same time that day. He walked into the break room as I was lounging around and did a double take. The rest of the day he quietly watched me from afar as my very long red hair fell in my face. When he finally decided to come up to me he asked "who the hell are you for Halloween" touching the ends of my 'hair'. I of course had to go over the whole "Amelia pond, she is a character from Doctor Who' thing but he got really angry when I said "it doesn't matter that no one else knows who I am, as long as Toe (my good friend from work who introduced me to Who) does then I don't really care who knows what I am dressed up as'

He then went all guy on me and said "why do you have to bring him up in every conversation. You really like him don't you". Awkward. When I calmly replied that he just so happens to be a good friend of mine, he eyed me up and down and said "yeah sure. I bet" and then stomped off. 15 minutes later he came back to apologize for the gruffness and then spent the rest of the day asking me if I needed anything; water, candy from the break room, a hand with the books in my hand.

Being a girl has it's perks.

When I got off work I dragged my very adorable 'girl skeleton' of a cousin around four neighborhood blocks for trick or treating fun. For a five year old this kid is awesome. She went two hours politely saying "happy Halloween" (and one time 'merry Christmas) to neighbors racking up so much candy that I wanted to kiss her face. We high fived all night and traded candy before I went home to watch The Walking Dead on AMC ( i fell asleep in a pool of candy just when the Deputy Sheriff guy shot half zombie person in the head. I couldn't tell you how the rest of the show went). It was a decent night. Maybe not for an average 24 year old girl living near a huge city. But I'll deal.

Interestingly enough I planned on going to Josh's big Halloween Party on Friday but after he said I had low self esteem I was not all the interested in attending.

Josh has been getting on a lot of people's nerves lately. I like the guy and all but he has this idea that because I don't ramble on about my writing process that I must suck compare to his greatness. And his 'greatness' is not limited to writing. He believes he is the hottest most interesting guy at Le Sad Store and when he got wind that another guy named Josh, who is very hot and nice, was hired he almost made us promise that we would not talk to him because 'there can only be on Josh. And you are looking at him".

Yeah. He's a gem.

Anyway when he announced, a few months back, that he was going to throw the most awesome Halloween Party ever we (by we I mean everyone at work)were sort of still on his team and wanted to attend. Since then though, people have not been feeling his cockiness and on Friday there was still a huge list of people were not sure if they would go at all. Me being one of them.

At first I wanted to go because Matt was going. But my on and off again crush with him was off that night. I just wanted to go home and sleep and dream about pretty things. I did not want to drag myself to a party I wasn't sure anyone was going to attend. And if you are as much of a fan as I am of Flight of The Conchords than you will understand my fear that I would get to his house and there would just be a bunch of dudes in comparison to girls at his house. Too Many Wangs in one room is too much for me. Makes me nervous. Seriously.

The next day at work I asked Matt how the party went and he said 'as well as a party of three people can be'. I. Shit. You. Not. Three people attended Josh's party that night. Three. A costume themed party at that. So that means three people (all of whom were dudes) were sitting around an empty house with a lot of booze dressed in ridiculous costumes.

Me and my low esteem giggled just a little inside when Matt told me this. Just a little.

Matt said Josh was pretty pissed that no one came (he might have punched a wall). Especially because the majority of his invites were to people at work. The whole night was a huge Ego bust which to be honest he needed. I'm sure we won't hear the end of this for a long time. But in all honesty his lack of guests has a lot to do with him.

Anyway

Now that Halloween is over I am back on the train that is work, finding a job and writing. The real world is smacking me in the face bur for some reason I am all to ready to take hold of the next few months. I bought a new notebook yesterday and have been writing up a storm. It's sort of exciting. I am thinking about taking a writing course somewhere. I hate that I live in a huge writing city and I have yet to utilize the community.

I'll have to do some research and see what I can find.

Oh, and because I technically have two blogs (Quiet Girl, memba' her) I've decided to use that blog solely for my picture taking ventures. A photo essay of sorts. I take (and have taken) a bunch of pictures in new york, all of which I can't possibly squeeze into one post. So instead of just letting Quiet Girl sit unwritten in, I've decided to do something with it (and surprisingly there is some traffic there that I was unaware of until tonight). S0 pictures seems the best use of that space.

Time to write for a while and then bed. I've been having some awesome dreams lately. I'm glad I am sleeping better these days.