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*sigh* still screwed. did I mention I got FFX despite the confiscation? yeah, my parents aren't good at hiding/confiscating.

Mom found GeekMaids in a magazine, said it was a cool idea. I said "sweet" but now I need to convince my sister's freelance computer geek boyfriend to help me with preparation. and the JobConnect people are catching on to my slothness.

If I ever did anything for Haloween again, it'd probably involve rollerblades, a reaper costume, and haunting other trick-or-treaters. of course, this would require careful planning and preparation as well. first, I need custom fitted blades for my big-ass feet, strong enough to keep my big ass off the ground. second, I'd need a black robe that goes just a bit over the blades, though not enough to risk my own safety. third, I'd need to learn to skate without ruining either the costume or myself, let alone the haunt. fourth, I need something for the face and hands to make them more reaper-esque. I once had some skelly gloves, but they were horribly undersized. Lastly, and most importantly, a reaper cannot reap without a SCYTHE! of course, I would not go so far as to use a real one, but it'd have to look creepy enough to make the kiddies pee their costumes.

oh well


yeah, I'm totally screwed. through no fault other than my own. and that really bites. I suppose I shouldn't skip my prozac so much. *sigh*... my computer and PS2 are confiscated. 100% suck. TV is suck. food is suck. sleep is the only freedom I have. well... as a bum anyway. I'm so lucky to have parents that still care. but they still suck too. suck+suck=suck. ergo, I suck. *sigh*...

definitely need that prozac.