Stare-sation

As classic would have it, I ran into my older brother's ex girlfriend at Forever 21. Y'know, the crazy one. The really crazy one. Browsing through blouses, there she stood in the corner of my eye. Being one of those insufferable people who must consider every possible outcome of saying hello until it's too late, out of my mouth came her name in a loud whisper. Why did I whisper? Cause I'm dim and out of ideas. She looked at me, just looked, with her overlarge insect eyes. I know I'm being mean. Let's allow it for now since it's always been my specialty. Anywho, she's one of those people that doesn't make facial expressions. I tried to make conversation in your typical bullcrap way ("I really like your hat!"). "I got it here..." she mumbled, her words becoming one with the boppy music of consumerism. As I proceeded to explain my reason for being there (to return a vest I wore on Halloween so I could get store credit - guilty as charged), she stared at me with her inactive insect eyes: the blankest stare I had ever encountered in twenty two years. She could win an award for blank stares. I, the freak who normally has rubbish to say spilling out of my pie-hole, was so appalled at this godawful stare that I'm pretty sure I just stared right back for at least four seconds. "Best Blank Stare of 2009."

Since nothing of interest or consequence came out of that conversation, I'll move on to the next thing, which is Halloween. Yes, I'm well aware it's already Thanksgiving time. I ended up at a Beatles Rock Band party with my boyfriend and some of his buddies. We were the young'uns of the party, which was good because that made it look like we were all exceptional rock band players. It was a dress 60's/70's type thing, so we were forced to adhere but the highlight was when Harry Potter showed up. Harry Potter, among a sea of middle-aged people dressed as hippies. Naturally, there was some elation in seeing this Harry Potter, so naturally I made him take a picture with me.

Yes, Halloween was fun. For abysmal footage of me singing Just a Girl, click here.

In other news, my cousin Jones and I were bombarded by two male senior citizens leaving the movie The Fourth Kind. As we entered the theater, they were waddling out and verbally giving the movie a D+. Jones mistakenly asked if it was any good, and from there we stood eating our snacks while the senior citizens educated us for 15 minutes about the three types of aliens, top-secret government videos we'd never see, and how one of them used to work at Area 51. They were those kind of people that stand too close to you when you're talking. No matter how many times you step back without trying to draw attention to it, they're somehow 2 inches away from you again, breathing on your face. For people like me, thoughts like "how many times am I going to have to wash my face tonight?" and "did I remember my antibacterial gel?" take flight at this point. It was sort of like a pre-show, though. No complaints here.