10.13.2005

an unplanned halloween is not a good halloween.

okay, people, i'm freaking out. halloween is seventeen days away and i am severly without costume. i skipped the whole dressing up thing last year because i was answering "the call of duty." actually, no wait. i vaguely remember being in the taproom wearing pelowski's shirt and proclaiming that i was dressing up as her for halloween. but really, that doesn't even count.

being in utah severely crippled my halloween costume plotting. i was doing my thing, hanging out with the mormons, and i come back and bam! halloween is right around the corner. i realize that i still have over two weeks, but the grand scheme must be put in place so i can fine-tune it all before the big night.

when i was a kid i used to get really into my halloween costumes. i was snow white, dorothy from "the wizard of oz," laura ingalls wilder... my costumes were original and intricate and i always looked amazing (thanks mom!). even my freshman year of college, i was meg white: white pants, red top, and a long black wig that stayed on my head for a grand total of five minutes. (remember that halloween, megans? good times.) i love halloween.

so now i have not one, but two halloween parties that my presence is required at, but alas! i do not have a costume, nor do i have any ideas for a costume. at this moment, i have not gotten any good suggestions. i've been given the idea of being a vagina twice. ladies and gentlemen, this is not an acceptable halloween costume suggestion. this is a terrible halloween costume suggestion. (i also want to point out that koegel suggested i be the democratic donkey with a little bit of poop coming out that's shaped like an elephant.)

comment with your best halloween costume and maybe even a good suggestion for me this year.

in return, here is a stellar weekly 5. the theme this week is "songs with significant inebriated memories attached," as suggested by miss samantha scott, who is apparently gathering great worldwide fame, care of my blog. cheers, grrrrl.

1. melanie - brand new key (beautiful people: the greatest hits of melanie).
-this one goes out to kecia. special thanks to joel. good times after rocky horror #2.

2. trampled by turtles - codeine (blue sky and the devil).
-most recently. oh wait, there are no memories of this song because we didn't get to stick around long enough to hear it.

3. sly & the family stone - que sera, sera (fresh).
-summer '05: sarah, muhs, dave, grain belt, categories, and poker. beautiful.

4. ac/dc - thunderstruck (razor's edge).
-summer '05. did you know that ac/dc says "thunder" thirty six times in this song?

5. t. rex - ride a white swan (hot love).
-THE MOTHER OF ALL OF THEM. ahhhh... such good times. in order to completely appreciate this, you must see these pictures:







beautiful. you gals are the best.

i need dinner,
clifford out.

Comments:
My best costume was Minnie Mouse, I believe I was five years old. A close second was Maid Marion from Robin Hood, I rocked that one during the Halloween Blizzard of '91.

I think you should be a rapper this year. I mean, you've already confessed that you're in love with hip hop, and let's be honest, how much fun would it be to get all blinged out? Blung out? I don't know, but it's an idea.
 
my best costume was a clown costume my mom made me wear when i was four or five. it was awesome but i distinctly recall HATING IT and hating her for making me wear it, mostly because it wasn't pretty. and that's what little girls are supposed to be. i think i was still steamed because she also cut my hair real short and everyone thought i was a boy.
i'm a girl
just so you all know
 
me again. you know, i've wanted to go as margot tennenbaum for awhile. all i have to do is get a striped dress and not smile. you'd be amazed how hard that is. straight love
straight thug
 
I'm going to brag again and mention that I believe I was the one who suggested being Meg White. I'm still quite proud of that.

My best costume was a crayon when I was three. Seriously, I was so adorable you would have puked with jealousy.

Be a tree. Like one of those crappy grade-school-play trees. Or go as one of the Decemberists. Or a Donna. Or Jenny Lewis of Rilo Kiley/the Pink Power Ranger. Or I could stop pulling hipster bands out of my ass and you could listen to someone who's less with it than me. That would probably be your best bet.
 
"at this moment, i have not gotten any good suggestions"

You biatch, since when is being Ursula the Sea Witch not a good suggestion.

THIS is all real
 
(true)
 
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