happy satan day

Today is Halloween (and my last chance to get another "October" blog in!).
Happy Satan Day. I hope you had fun dressed in your costumes while fornicating, or sacrificing babies, or whatever you dirty heathens do.
A few comments on Halloween:
-We went trick-or-treating 2 or 3 times a year, sometimes 4. In my borough (New Lebanon, represent), sometimes in Sandy Lake, we *always* went to Cochranton (where my grandparents lived) and would basically go anywhere there was candy, and there was enough time to drive.
- We would make sure the porch light was off and make sure the house was quiet on trick-or-treat day, cause ain't no way that (1) we had candy and (2) we were sharing with those irritating kids from down the street.
- I was always irritated when that 1 guy would try to trick us and act like he wasn't gonna give us candy. Who do you think you are? Even the Easter Bunny doesn't play. Jesus would give me candy. Actually, Jesus would probably be a "healthy snack" mark. We'd have to TP Jesus's pad. That's a cool thought.
- I never TP'd or egged or flaming pooed someone's house. I did the knocking thing once or twice, I think...or maybe was an associated...I don't remember. In New Leb we called it "*violent racial slur* knocking". Only know do I was to bitch-slap us as kids. Aaaah, good old fashioned WASPy bigotry.
- Someone told me that the kid was supposed to do the trick in order to get a treat. This sounds wrong. First of all, my role as trick-or-treater was to acquire candy. The end. I say the thing, you give me candy. Fin. I reject this idea...
- One time my sister and I went trick-or-treating in our late teens. In our sheets - or togas. The Avon Lady house was like "aren't you a little old for trick-or-treating?" NO. This doesn't happen. You should have commented on my shoddy costume. In fact, you should have seen my 15 year old sheet costume and given me more candy.
- There were a couple of people who gave good stuff every year. Betty in the house with the dogs. Consistently good. Sometimes even rolls of pennies. A pittance you say? Next door, nay, attached to my house (it's a duplex) was a store with penny candy. You see 20 pennies? I see 20 gummy bears, or Swedish fish or whatever.
- I want to go trick-or-treating next year, but I refuse to be a "sexy" whatever. I can push up my boobs and wear a short skirt any day of the year and get candy. Be original people. Or just where a hat or carry a pumpkin and be like "hat person" or "pumpkin girl". People appreciate originality.

the end

Same old same old

My ear is feeling better.
I think I'll stop using the acid so that the earwax grows back.
That'll be nice.
Sabi joined facebook and is vaguely obsessed with it.
He invited his mom.
She joined.
I heard him spelling my name over skype.
She friended me.
Awkward.
I mailed a huge package of deodorant to Israel last week, for my ex-roommate Diana. I was supposed to have someone mail it to her while I was still there. Drat. Better late than never.
I should be studying...I just thought I'd write a bit whilst I waited for my airborne to dissolve.
That should be enough time.
I'm a little sickish.
Oh I've been jogging too. For like 25 minutes in a row today. I'll gonna lose my "black chick" butt at this rate...

God hates Akon

He was playing at Emory Clairmont Campus and the stage fell on him and his posse.
Sabi reports that 4 were taken to the hospital, some unconscious.
These are pictures of the stage.
Hope they're ok.
The campus where he was going to play is where grad students/family housing is...they were gonna have a family fun night far far away from the stage cause of his language.
You can't be a good person if they have to hide children from you. I happened upon other interesting things involving Akon and children on the web...allegedly.

Oh yeah, I have a blog

So it's been a really long time since posting, which isn't a surprise to me, cause I'm a slacker. But now as I sit in my dining room and realize that I haven't studied for comps in 2 days, I figure, what is there to lose?

Today I sent 3 things abroad, 2 to Israel and 1 to Samoa. Yes, Samoa, isn't that fun? I have a pal involved in the Peace Corps now. This makes me think that I want to be in the Peace Corps too, but I'm old and if I left next year, I'd be 30 when I got back. Shudder. Who would marry me then?

Went home a few weeks ago for my mom's birthday. It was homey. You know, messes everywhere, cat freaking out, unsanitary conditions, and a pile of dishes that would impress everyone. My mom send me a text the other day asking for money. My life is awesome. This is probably why I want to do the Peace Corps. Woman can't be boddering me if I'm isolated in Bolivia or Jordan (why would I go anywhere else?). We also had a picnic at Pymatuning State Park which was fun, if a bit rainy. Then we fed fish. It's much cooler than it sounds, I swear. The next day, I went to my older sister's house to help babysit her grandchildren (yes, grand, and yes, plural, there are actually 3 of them, but only 2 were involved).

I didn't like the way that the little boy was treated. It's almost like they expect him to be a brat and a screwup since that's how my family is. But he and I were playing and having a great time. He accidentally called me "mommy" 4 times. That was awkward. All they do is plop him in front of the TV all day. Poor guy.

Oh, and there's a guy...who we shall call Sabi. It's a cute nickname for "sabra" since he's Israeli. Plus, he'd freak out if I put him name here. What if his students found out? He's a little paranoid about that. The other day, I learned a new world "weal" and he learned 3: "awry" "cunningulus" and "ho". It was a good day. The good thing about Sabi is that since he is new to the city, we have to do stuff! I do loves me some stuff. We went to the New World of Coke (significantly better than the old one, but still not worth $15), rafting on Ocoee, and to a Native American mound site in North GA (Ewotah or something), and to the Botanical Gardens. This week we shall partake of the MLK center and good Jewy fun (synagoguing of course), plus maybe a comedy dealie at Tech...we'll see.

I have a funky ear infection, but it's getting better. I have some unimpressive drugs, and ear drops that are basically acid. It sucks because I never realized how sensitive the inner ear skin is. Trust me, no acid should be there. Ouch. PS never, ever put stuff in your ears. You don't want what I got. Trust me.

So this was good procrastinating, and Shyam will be pleased that I blogged. Tis all I can think of for now. Let me know if you want me to wax about anything in particular.