This weekend, I...
... wore a schoolgirl outfit and claimed I was dressed as a victim of tentacle rape.
... helped someone shop for an anniversary gift.
... went to a house party where I drank delicious purple punch and danced like a mofo to "Living Dead Girl" and "I Love Myself Today." And was slightly molested by a drunk gay boy. (This same boy tried to teach me how to waltz. It did not take.)
... had one of those interesting two-in-the-morning walks that involve Deep Discussions and many lols.
... made cupcakes.
... was a riot grrrl. ( She's got the hottest trike in town. )
... went trick-or-treating for the first time in years, with a Glinda, a Victorian vampire, a cat-girl, and a Jack Skellington.
... sang "Bohemian Rhapsody" at a bus stop.
... attended another house party that involved psychedelic ceiling projections, Shiva, and being renamed "Flatchest."
... went to the gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar and saw an old friend from Corner Brook in a dinosaur costume.
... tried to keep track of Drunk Gay Boy (yeah, same one) while grooving to the Veronicas.
... saw a guy dressed as Dr. Horrible.
... was smooched by a drag queen.
... was smooched by a lady.
... met a boy with a green mohawk dressed as Frank-N-Furter and got angry at him for saying that women can't write. (He argued that since he likes the Slits it's okay that he thinks this and he's not sexist. Which, um, no, dude.)
... slept on someone's floor and snuggled. :)
... celebrated my famjam birthday and requested "Oasis" instead of "Happy Birthday." (They sang it for me, too! At least Little Brother and Sister did- Mum and Dad just kind of stared in horror.)
And now I'm writing a take-home exam. (Theoretically, at least.)
Tomorrow I will be twenty-one. I am trying not to freak out too hard about it, and fully intend on buying Hedwig tickets as a birthday present to ME. And maybe a tattoo as well. \o/