Hum-drum Halloween

I am so incredibly behind on my humanities reading right now that the last thing I should be doing is writing a blog. Too bad I'm a big fat procrastinator.

So today begins Halloween weekend. I love Halloween. It's the only time of the year where everyone can be completely morbid and nobody gets disturbed by it. I have these window clings from WalMart that look like blood is dripping down. How often can you really get away with something like that?

Unfortunately, I have to work. I don't know if I mentioned it earlier (I probably did) but I work at Jamba Juice. I'm still pretty new in the whole scheme of juice-life. Usually, I don't mind work so much. I mean, I hate closing and I hate opening but midday shifts I'm fine with. Except for those days I have to work with Ray. Ray pretty much hates me. I'm pretty much not too fond of him either, so I guess it's mutual. He's a freak. I really hope he never reads this.

But this is HALLOWEEN WEEKEND. HALLOWEEN FRIDAY. My friends are going up to Santa Barbara. My other friend is heading off to a soccer tourney in Davis. I am headed off to Jamba and Julius Squeezer (the orange juicer).

I was supposed to go see Saw III after work tonight. I don't even get off until midnight, so that was really saying something. But who knows if that's still going to happen. That was the plan before half my friends up and ditched me for SB. Oh well.

So I don't have a Halloween costume. Why have one if I'll probably not get to wear it anyway? How depressing.

Of course, some part of me is glad that I'm going to have a nice peaceful weekend. Like I said, I'm really behind in hum. I've got a Latin midterm Monday. I need to read for writing. I've got to do some laundry (too bad I'm out of detergent!). So I'll be catching up, which will be good for me.

It's just depressing 'cause it's Halloween.

Boo!

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So work is over. I was going to add another entry but basically this is the same day and I think that's a dumb idea. I might as well just add to this one.

I did work with Ray tonight. And I decided he doesn't hate me. And I decided I don't hate him. He's still a freak, but that's a theatre major for you.

To be honest, the only reason I now don't mind Ray is because he bought me and Maid Mariam some pizza. Whatever, that guy has mood swings like no other. Tomorrow he'll hate me again.

So I've decided to start nicknaming everyone I write about here. Because the last thing I want is to write about someone and then have that person read about themselves and then hate me forever (or think I hate them!). So nicknames it is. So when I call somebody something stupid like "Mr. X" you'll know it's not some kind of freakish dirty reference. It's just a nickname. I'm protecting innocence here.

All right, I'm done with my smoothie and I'm taking a shower and I'm going to bed.