Sunday, 01 November 2009

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    Happy Halloween-Hangover Day!

    Yes, that is what I call the First of November. I'm still feeling sick from all the candy I ate the night before. Ugh.

    Last night went awesome. My bro kind of laughed at me for freaking out when I heard the first group of kids yelling, "Trick-or-treat"! I was like, "Dude, you hear that?! I need to get out there, NOW!"

    Yeah, I'm 19 and treat-or-treated, I'll probably still be doing it for a while. Still, I don't know what to do if I stopped. I mean, for me, the whole point of Halloween is to dress up scary-like and get free candy. Also, I don't see the point of parties, mostly because I'm not a party-person. I'll need to figure out what to do after I'm done. Which, in it of itself is a scary thought.

    Yesterday, mission accomplished. For the first time, I went to the legendary neighborhood. Sure, everyone ditched me because they were all "too-old to trick-or-treat" (wtf, I'm a year older), but doing it alone wasn't so bad. However, getting out of my neighborhood sucked. My neighborhood is full of "gangstas" and recently-immigrated Chinese people. So people kept staring at me and saying rude comments. Once I got to my destination, it was all, "Wow! Mommy! Lookit that guy!" and "Oh shit! Hella scared me!"

    I freaked out a couple of cheerleaders by walking by, haha.

    Some guy even commented how I did a great job with my make-up and asked if he could take a picture of me! Made my day! Hooray for art-skills!

    Anyway, I made it to St. Francis Wood, a neighborhood that is a LEGEND among trick-or-treaters and I even heard some rumors that they gave out money and full-sized candy bars! I had to get in on that, so I trick-or-treated, house after house until I got lost. It didn't mater to me. To most kids around my age, going out alone among a bunch of little kids is bound to make your age catch up with you and stop early. Once I saw a group of kids close to my age, I somewhat-stalked them so I didn't feel like the only "big kid". lol

    A lot of walking was done, I think I walked over three whole neighborhoods. I walked from the West Portal Station to St. Francis Wood, all the way through the Ingleside neighborhood (in a zig-zag pattern, going up and down hills and going house-to-house, mind you) and took the K to the Balboa Park Station and walked all the way to St. Finn Barr church while doing trick-or-treating along the way. I probably walked over 5 miles. So worth it. I got 6 pounds of candy, hell yes.

    Oh! Did I mention? The legend was true. I went to the far end of St. Francis Wood to where there were still houses giving candy, but hardly anyone went there. I went to this one house where this lady had a HUGE bowl full of full-sized candy. I gawked openly, I seriously didn't think I'd get any. Upon my staring she laughed and told me to take one. I took a Twix. Just had it now, feels good man.
    Once I left that house, I saw a group of older kids walking by and feeling generous, asked, "Yo! Have you guys been to this house yet?!"

    "No."

    "They're giving out FULL-SIZED CANDY!"

    I laughed as they literally DROPPED everything, yelled, "OH SHIT!" and RAN.

    I also went to this house where this adorable Chinese lady gave me these Chinese cookies (I could only understand the character for 'moon', so I'm not sure whether to call them 'moon cookies' or something) and some sesame seed chewing candy. She then gave me a FREAKING DOLLAR and told me "Happy Halloween".

    I got what I came for. Some money and full-sized candy. Hella houses were REALLY generous though. This one sweet lady came out with two bowls full of chocolate and said, "This one is ours and this one is from our neighbor. You can take two hand-fulls from each bowl."

    OH. DAMN. Thank god for my man-hands. LOL

    I had a blast. Kinda funny though, when I went to this house far away from where all the kids were and this cute girl dressed as Harry Potter said, "Are you all alone?"

    "Yeah."

    "Aww! I'll trick-or-treat with you!"

    I appreciated the offer, but I'm guessing she was one of those who felt too old to go. Still, it was sweet.

    Night was great until I had to go to St. Finn Barr church for the Halloween party my family throws. I was planning on going there for real food because I haven't eaten since nine in the morning that day. Once I got there, they stopped serving food and I officially had no reason to be there.

    I haven't been to those parties in a while and I keep forgetting why I don't go. Now I remembered. Because I hate them. Everyone is shit-faced drunk, people are hella grinding against each other and it's just not my scene. I love dancing, only if it's by myself, or if it's ballroom dancing. Other than that, no.
    My brother earlier wanted to go as something, but he didn't have a costume, so I helped him become a ninja.


    There was a costume contest, and because my cousin Evil (who was all decked out as Elmo) thought I did a bang-up job on my make-up, told me to participate. One thing I hate about my family is that they don't get common cultural references.

    I signed up as "Reaper", but they spelled it "Riper" and pronounced it "Raper". They didn't even know what a grim reaper was. Just, seriously, what the hell?!

    I also forgot the costume contest isn't based on how well-executed your costume was, but it's a popularity contest and a dance-contest. My brother was dressed as a crappy ninja, but he went down the walkway doing flips, so he went to the semi-finals. Because I refused to dance, I didn't make it to the semi-finals. Last time I got second place, only because I had my chainsaw (with full sound effects). I didn't have a sythe, so no cigar.

    Guess who won?

    The old man. He always wins. Because he's SO in-character, it's hilarious. Even though there was a wolf who was dressed as a grandma WITH A MOVING JAW. They didn't even place.

    Someone needs to fix that. Just, wtf is wrong with them? It's like no one has ever read Little Red Riding Hood before!

    After that, I just sat around and did nothing. Boring party is boring. The only time my interest my piqued was when some class-less whore drunkenly tried to start fights with everyone and dry-humped some old white guy in the corner. What the hell? She yelled at some old ladies and my cousin Lucy started yelling at her (defending her godmothers) and hell broke loose.

    The whore wasn't even from around here, she was from the Bronx. What the hell though. She made a complete ass of herself by starting fights with everyone and practically had sex with her "sugar daddy" in the corner of the dance floor! IN A CHURCH. I'm not religious or anything, but it's common sense to show respect around people you don't know in a city that you don't live in! However, most of the ladies she slurred at actually GO to the church were we threw the party. To express that kind of behavior of disrespect to elders is just unacceptable.

    Hence, why I will forever dubbed her, "Ape-bitch".

    Got a ride with Lucy to my house where I finally ate, and self-checked my Halloween candy. My brother called and ask if I had his ninja stuff.

    I didn't.

    He was robbed!

    Oh well. At least I still have my stuff, but I'll get him another headband the next time I go to a con.

    And that was my Halloween.

    I still feeling like writing some more, so I going to write some random thoughts I've had.

    THINGS I WANT TO SAY, BUT PROBABLY NEVER WILL HAVE THE BALLS TO DO SO:

    When someone is asking for directions: "You follow the great circle to the rock that looks like a long-neck, pass the mountains that burn."

    When asking if someone is gay: "We Keaton can recognize our own by the sheen of our tails."

    When a Satanist sneezes: "Damn you."

    If you get the first two references, I'll consider you a god.

    I think I'm done for the day.

    Much love to you all and I hope you had an excellent Halloween.

    - Kunoichi

    P.S: I fucking LOVE peanut butter cups and butterfingers. Om nom nom.

    P.P.S: Uggh~, too much want.

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