entry - 10/12/2005: "Halloween is coming up!"

10.12.2005 Halloween is coming up!

My sister and I were laughing about how in church we'd always act like we were reading the Bible all Christian, but we were actually skipping to the "good parts" - you know, the parts that talked about how God rained fire on people and basically beat some asses. She'd go snicker at the mention of breasts and kitty cats in Song of Solomon and I'd giggle about the mention of beastiality, s&m, and homosexuality (check out Leviticus for some sweet do and don't action)! Most of the time our parents wouldn't catch on, but occasionally my dadd-o would flip the page and eye me to pay attention. Blast!

Here's us getting crazy over David & Bathsheeba...

So I had this crazy dream last night -- I was going to get cosmetic surgery and it was a huge ordeal. They were trying to do a million things at once - and while I was still concious! And by a million things I mean talking to me ... and making me watch TV and use the bathroom. I was on my period. It was rather annoying, to be honest. It was taking forever. Maybe this is a sign of things to come? I'm nervous about something, that's for sure.

I got blue contacts for my droogan Halloween costume. Yeah I know, it's overkill but if I'm going to do it, I want it to be the best on the internet... like my Tank Girl costume. You know how I roll. I have a cane, hat, white shirt, tight white jeans, boots, eyelash set, white suspenders, ugly frizzy 70s haircut and brown hair, and now blue contacts. I just have to make the eyeball cufflinks and sew up the sides of my shirt to make it fit loads better. Wish I had someone to go with... I want to ask Matt & Alex to go with, since Alex did this costume a few years back with three other guys. I need to rally some people... oh yeah, and find something to do on Halloween. My mom thinks this costume idea is swell.

Some heinous boy friend of my sister's is strumming the guitar and singing. I wish he'd take the guitar and smash it over his head, and strangle himself with one of the strings, to be perfectly honest.

In other news, I miss my Nerie. I wish she was here lounging on my shaggy brown futon. I have a nice, respectable place for her to lounge finally and she's not even using it. What a strumpety hussy. Hm, fuck Israel. She belongs here on my grand futon.

Christmas / Hannukah / Kwanzaa / Festivus is in like, 2 months. Where the hell did 2005 go? I did accomplish a lot of my goals I set at New Year's, but I wish I would have made a film besides the documentary I'm working on. So I guess technically I did make a film this year. I also produced three pieces of art work of which I am proud. I also produced two costumes, with another on the way. I also lost 25 lbs. (and counting). I'm getting professional head shots in January. 2005's been pretty good to me. But we'll save that New Year's update for January 2006. Yikes.

I need new clothes. Nothing looks good on me and I've undergrown everything in my closet. 7/8's don't fit anymore and I have no idea what shirts look good on me. Someone submit me for a makeover show! I mean it, ya hussies!

Today I gave a presentation on the FMLA website in front of a hundred people and a hot guy I see everywhere (101 people to be exact then). I was so fucking nervous and my voice was shaking. Why am I so fucking retarded speaking in front of people? I'm usually Miss Confidence. Oh well, everyone just confirmed today that I'm a stuttering moron! Yes!