Halloween

Halloween

So, Halloween is quickly approaching and suddenly I'm wondering what exactly it is I want to do this year. I mean, it's Halloween! What am I going to be?

I mean, my first year in college I didn't really get to do the Halloween thing because I was working in a haunted house and showed up to the end of the party still dressed in my dark clothes from the haunted house....and black light paint....so I couldn't be inside because my face glowed like an atomic waste dump. It really wasn't fun.

I mean, we went trick or treating that year and I managed to find a fairy princess costume, but that was retarded. Trust me...there are no surviving pictures of this event......fine, there's one...but it's so blurry you can't tell it's me.

You, can bite me.

Seriously! Quit laughing and keep reading!

The next year, while in the parking lot post Rugby Game, I dressed as a Pilot. It was pretty cool...everyone knew I was Top Gun. But for the REAL rugby paty later that week, I dressed up as a wench since roomie and I had just finished my Ren Faire costume. I even wore if for the dorm party.

At the dorm party last year I went as a wench again....only this time.....

Last year there was an away match at Wright State and I ended up being a "Dirty Rugby Player" because my costume drove off with out me, for the record, I was going to be Top Gun again. For OUR Halloween Party, I was Top Gun.....it went over well.....except, I'm not sure anyone was paying attention to the costume, if you know what I mean.

So you can see a recurring theme....I'm either a pilot, or a wench.

This year, I was going to be a wench, complete with Corset....but now I'm not so sure....it's just so....blah....you know?

Any ideas for what I should be for Halloween? I'm taking suggestions.

Ups and Downs----Someone please let me off the Rollercoaster!

Isn't it amazing how one event in your life can lift you to a great high, and then all of a sudden you can be let down like someone attached cement bricks to your toes and tossed you into the East River?

I had "One of those weeks" this past week and it blew.

I mean, there are just some things you never want to have happen.....but when they do they can set you off for days.

I'm not going to say on here what that thing was; the guilty parties (and their parents) have a tendency to read my blog and I will not rat them out.

Regardless, it resulted in me not talking to the guilty party for almost a week. I didn't (and still don't) want to, that's how bad she pissed me off. I wanted her to be as uncomfortable to come back to the room as I was on the day she pissed me off. I can't match up to what she did (well I could, but that would require a small miracle), but I could make her miserable.

And then Thursday....my little ray of sunshine spilled into my life.

My mom had suggested I enter a photo contest. Everything sounds legitimate enough.....so I entered one of my pictures.

Thursday I recieved a letter saying they were going to publish it and that they needed my approval and that if I wanted to buy the book, it would cost me $70.

I was ecstatic! Me! A Published photographer!

Then I had a little air let out of my baloon with some rugby drama. Alas, we're two months into the season and we already have our drama......that's the worst thing about rugby...the drama.

And then came saturday where we whooped up on the alumni 62-0. We dominated! I'll probably make a post to Ruggerscrap about the game......maybe later.

I was still on a high, a good win, fun times.....and then I got my second blow of the week.

The International Library of Photography is a great big scam. For one thing, the books they publish never come out on time. People pay $70 or $80 for a book and then they never receive the book.

Almost EVERYONE'S photos are accepted, regardless of photographic quality. I actually thought my picture had something special about it....turns out they just want my money (ha, trick is on them, I'm a college student).

So, my picture may be printed in a book, but it isn't special.

Guess that means I'm not special.

So I guess I'm going to go from a week of being pissed off an angry, to being mopey and sad.

It's much easier to be mopey and sad.....there's not as much energy involved.....like, I can totally sit on my floor and eat popcorn if I wanted.....and that would complete my sad and mopey phase.....angry Nee Nee has to go punch walls or human flesh or kick puppy dogs and that takes entirely too much energy to reign in.

Anyway, I just wanted to blog a little...rant a little and then figure out what's going on in the world that the cosmic forces hate me so damn much.

You know what, the Cosmic Forces can kiss my ass......I hate them too!

Boredom

OK, so how lame am I?

Apparently very.

I'm feeling a little depressed and more than a little pissy. I have not hit anything in over two weeks.....so sue me.....Rugby is my aggression release and when I am denied tackling because of a lack of games and practice, I get pissy.

But I must be really lame to sit at school over a four day weekend.

Where the hell am I supposed to go? No one I know was going anywhere entertaining and most of us are penniless college students.

So basically I wasted an entire day today doing stupid shit....

Reading Tuckermax.com (yes, I do enjoy his crude sense of humor and the way he debases women, sometimes it's sort of funny)

I read an offshoot of one of Tucker's stories....yeah, must be bored.

I watched a few videos on College Humor

I cruised collegeboredom.com (yes, it's an actual website)

I did Laundry

I switched out my wardrobe.....no more tanks and shorts...it's hoodie season bitches and I don't care if the hoodie isn't in fashion. Comfort overrules the style gods every damn day of the week.

And now it's nine thirty and I have nothing to do with myself.

Any novel suggestions for the last two days of my break?

I think I've been Challenged.....

OK, so my unofficial title on the rugby team is "paparazzi" because of my mad picture taking skillz.

Not really...I'm just super annoying about taking pictures and most people don't even realize I'm taking them when I do. Benefits of being drunk I suppse.

But really now, I do manage to take some noteworthy, and sometimes embarassing, pictures.

Like this last weekend.....

And Yes, they are making out....it's called a Gay Chicken FIght....don't ask anymore questions.

I had video of Larry (with the spiral Hair cut) with another guy as well. But the other guy turned into a chicken shit and deleted it off my camera before I could stop him. I'm still mad at Nally.

Larry sent me an e-mail after I posted some pics to facebook saying there was no incriminating evidence....

Right.

LARRY: "There is no proof that i did anything shameful at all. lol! muahahahaha"

His words, not mine.

That was a challenge issued unto me to sit my lazy ass down and cut pictures from the VIDEO I shot of aforementioned gay chicken fight.

Needless to say that there are now eighteen still shots of him and wildcat making out. It makes for a pretty interesting slideshow actually....

LARRY: "Ill give you that. The worse one is what you dont have Ms. Maher. lol. I will get you back...somehow...."

He sent that without checking photo-albums....how naive.....

Exactly one minute later I receive this message.

LARRY: "Ok i just saw the pictures and i will say im speechless. That looks awful. I did laugh though. "

D'oh.

Well, I suppose it's all good if he's got a sense of humor about the whole thing.

I sent back something singularly Renee---"Life's a Bitch, ain't it."

He responded in kind.

LARRY: "So is revenge. lol. Dont get caught with your pants down around me. lol.. It is officially on."

What? Is that a Challenge? I think it is!

I also think he's going to have a helluva time at 'catching me with my pants down' considering I'm the Anti-PDA Ice Queen who doesn't allow herself to get smashed enough to lower inhibitions and standards.

Plus, I'm also the only one that carries my camera with me everywhere.

Renee-1 Larry-0

Oh, and by the way.....challenge ACCEPTED.