Everything feels so up in the air right now. Who's going to be president? Who's going to win the world series? (Oh, I guess the Phillies, bummer) Where am I going to get money? (Quit H&M) How long will I sit here and grow mold in Seattle? What am I going to be for Halloween?!?!?!?!
I went to the costume warehouse place earlier today to buy a simple costume. I don't have the energy to put anything good together, let alone the time to think anything good up. So I decided to just be a witch: easy, classic, reliable. I needed a hat and a cape. That's it. But, of course, there are hordes of maniacal Halloween-lovers at "Party Display & Costume," clawing their way to costume glory. I loved hearing all the ridiculous bits of conversation around me.
"Mom, I don't want to be a banana. I feel like I've spent my life as a banana."
"No, I need a silver shield, you moron."
"Do we even go to parties?" said one old man to another.
I finally found a simple pointed hat and a long velvet cape. I expected to spend ten dollars or so. Holy Moly, it was almost $50! I wanted to sit down and cry. Halloween isn't that much fun anymore. The last fun Halloween I can remember...I don't remember but saw the pictures the next morning, and I apparently was crying and drunk-dialing. Cool. Needless to say, I sulked out of that costume shop and moped in the car for a minute before turning it on. Nico came across the stereo singing "All Tomorrow's Parties."
"What costume shall the poor girl wear..."
Nico was mocking me.
Anyways, if I can't find a new job soon, I can wear my cape and wander the streets, telling fortunes. I'd be good at it.
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I am going as a concept this year... as in communism. I am wearing a red dress with puffy sleeves, and Jeanne and Heather are helping me to make an iron curtain.
I have to work tomorrow night, so I have to lug my outfit to work and take a cab from there to a friends house where, I assume, everyone will already be drunk and happy.
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