Last year I didn’t do anything for Halloween, to be honest. I had to work and I dressed up in 80’s clothes and mouse ears (I was a mouse in 2006). It was a boring Halloween.
But this year I was determined to do something. And then I found out I had to work. Dan told me about some parties and I had a few friends who told me about some stuff that was going on late, but all of these ventures were pretty damn far away.
On the way to work, I noticed that people on the train were trying to guess the costume of a guy behind me. One kid said, “Are you a werewolf?” Someone asked if he was a cat, and when I turned around, it was someone dressed like Inuyasha. I told him I knew what he was, and he seemed sheepish. It was a great costume though!
I wore a long flowing skirt with a crazy pattern on it and a few sequins and a big scarf and red lipstick and said I was a gypsy. It cost me no money and it was pretty cute, so I felt good about that. Eric (Dr. Acula), my boss/friend/whatever you wanna call him at this point cuz either label isn’t quite right, was mentioning that he wasn’t doing anything so I was like, “Let’s go get a burger!” Dustin came up and met us at this really nice burger joint by work and we ate our fill and had a drink. Then a friend of ours named Danny showed up in his Peter Pan outfit and on rollerblades (like he always is). I said that we needed dessert so we rolled the fuck out of there.
There’s a CUPCAKE STORE by my work — I had no idea until yesterday — and get this, they’re open until midnight! After a short walk we made it there. We went in and it took us almost ten minutes to choose. They had like 20 kinds of cupcakes, no exaggeration, and a “build your own cupcake” option. I wanted to try the tiramisu cupcake, but Dustin doesn’t like it so I just got a pumpkin spice one and he got a peanut butter nutella cupcake. We split them. Eric got a crazy chocolate one and Danny got a chocolate chip cupcake with COOKIE DOUGH inside. It looked amazing.
And then we walked the streets for a bit, checking out the costumes. There were seriously more people dressed like Mario than anyone else. I guess it’s cool to be a geek this year. There were also a TON of people dressed as….bananas. I have no idea why. I saw a Raggedy Andy and Carmen Sandiego. Someone yelled “Jesus!” out of their car at Dustin but Dustin wasn’t in a costume. He just has really long hair.
I was reading my old livejournal entries for a project for school. It made me remember how I used to literally write down everything I did each day, so I thought I’d do an experiment and do that for today.
This morning, I woke up and played on the internet for a bit. I decided not to take a shower, even though I look a little bit like a hobo right now. My hair is really long and it’s kind of greasy because I was doing a long ass stream (meaning playing video games for the internet) for donations and stuff. I usually, on Sunday, stream for free for like 3 to 4 hours, but this was an elongated one where people paid me to play stuff. I earned a bunch of money, so that was great. I bought a camera to make up for the one that was stolen out of my house a few months ago and right now it’s charging. It’s an HD flip cam thingy, and I’m hoping it’s gonna be as awesome as I think it will be.
I went to class. I’m not really feeling the Gay and Lesbian lit class I’m taking. The people in the class and I don’t seem to get along very well, but I like my teacher so it’s not a huge deal.
Then, in the hour and a half between classes, I went and did some research on my LJ into the past for the nonfiction workshop class I’m taking. I’ve been writing about someone in my past who I don’t talk to anymore and I needed to remember more. It’s been a few years. I wish I had written more stuff in my LJ back then, but I don’t really write much now either.
After my Queer Poetry class (which I hadn’t gone to in two weeks but my teacher was ok with it and really nice and helpful into getting me caught up), I came home and talked to Kris for a bit about the past shit again. Dustin just finished playing Indigo Prophecy which had a really shitty ending, in my opinion. I was going to write, but reading all this history shit makes me wanna not. I’ll probably play some Katamari Forever (addicccccted) and maybe look at my camera a bit and make some videos for youtube. If I feel like it.
Dan’ll be home in an hour or so and then we’ll watch Venture Bros (woo the show is back!) and then I’ll have to go to sleep so I can get up early enough for class tomorrow.
That’s my life. I actually did stuff today, so it was more interesting than “sat on the couch and played video games” which some days end up being. I like having Dustin here, but I also like my privacy. I accept that Dan probably has even less since we’re BOTH always here, but I’m sure he’ll survive.
Today I was completely spazzing out for a few reasons. I was talking to both Dan and Dustin over AIM, and it made me realize what polar opposites they are in attitude. This is not a bad thing; I found it to be really helpful.
Dan’s a really positive person and when I say things about how everything’s fucked and I don’t know what to do, he responds with, “Don’t worry. We will figure things out.” That can be annoying as fuck to me, but he always seems to look on the positive side of things. When I tell Dustin everything is fucked, his response is usually, “Yup.” He’s not a pessimist. He’s just, well, a nihilist and he looks on the plain side of life, doesn’t sugar coat anything. Dan doesn’t sugar coat, but he knows how to point out the good things.
I find I’m neither of those two types: I’m a pessimist, through and through. I expect the worse most of the time and when I get my hopes up, I usually find things don’t work out. That’s just how I see it, and I’m sure Dan and Dustin would see it otherwise. But having both of their opinions is really helpful.
On the continuing story of my shitty health (the most recent two posts being the most relevant), the antifungal pills I’ve been taking for the past three weeks haven’t done shit. The infection has continued to spread.
I cannot get my hands wet. This means I can’t shower, use a mouse, or hold a controller (which causes my hands to sweat). It means I can’t work because of the blisters all over my palms and fingers. Dustin’s been here, so it’s been nice since he can do things to amuse me like play video games and shit. I can still type, but I really don’t have the urge to write anything while this is going on.
Dan and I have started using other methods of trying to kill this obviously hearty fungus. For a few days, I did apple cider vinegar baths on my hands, twice a day. I took pictures before and after, if you’re curious to see. It really seemed to help (it almost completely nullifies the itch) but it hurts almost unbearably and we used up a huge bottle already, so I need to take a break from that. Yesterday, I started using Lotrimin cream on my left hand only to see if it’s going to work. I’m paranoid that it’s gonna make things worse because it’s a cream.
Either way, it’s prevented me from working, which is bad because I’m already extremely low on funds and it doesn’t help when I can’t work and will probably need to go to the doctor again.
It makes me despondent and anxious. I can’t do my normal stress relievers like play video games; I can’t shower, though Dan is awesome and washed my hair for me the other day; and I can’t enjoy Dustin’s time here, which is pretty short. It’s just frustrating all around.
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About As a poet, I feel like any photography I do will always be a reflection of the words I use. When I think, I think in words, not images, unlike visual artists. This site houses a minimalist dream log, my poetry including poems from You May Waltz To Your Doom In Sanguine Stained Shoes, my photography, and a blog with Let's Play related entries.
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