Happy Halloween!

I'm dressed up as a pirate.
But at this point it's like Clark Kent dressing up as Superman for Halloween.

I am captain of pirates, this is as normal as sight as me in jeans and a t-shirt(although that exact casual combination is somewhat more rare for me than you might think).
Also, a ninja costume would be equally normal because that is in fact closer to my nature than being a pirate and at this point most of the campus knows I am a self-defense/martial arts obsessed bruise lover. My silent Ka-Pow! would surprise no one.

I should have brought more costume stuff with me...

My only gripe with Halloween is PUMPKIN INNARDS!
No, seriously. I smell them and want to go upchuck. Get that smell around me and it's more effective than sticking fingers down my throat (you're welcome for the fabulous imagery). Mom has to make sure that I am not in the house on the day the family carves pumpkins or else I am miserable and probably spending the whole time in the farthest corner on the front or back yard. It's that bad.
Yet this year I CANNOT ESCAPE the smell.
Wednesday I had a meeting in the basement of my building. I got down the steps and begged the location to be changed as I held a wadded up sweatshirt over my nose because the whole basement reeked of pumpkin guts. Thankfully my request was complied with.
But then...the next day....I got in to the dining hall, having to table for a club I am in. THEY ARE CARVING PUMPKINS IN THE FARKING DINING HALL!
I moved my table far away and thankfully the wind draft was such that I was free of the pumpkin innards smell.
Actually even thinking about it now is making me a little queasy so I am just going to stop.

So, I will now leave you with my most favorite Halloween joke ever:

Why can't witches ever get pregnant?













Because their husbands all have holloweenies!




AHAHAHA! I love it. Mom originally told it to me and it always gets a laugh.

Have/hope you had a great night!
Peace.
~Lo