boredom and halloween

a typical day has been somewhat like this:
wake up
go to class
do reading
make dinner
rehearsal
practice
homework
3 hours of TV

by this time, it is usually 9 or 10 at night. so i watch some more TV, because what else could i possibly be doing? what the hell!? for the first time ever in college, i have literally nothing to do. i called my mom and told her i was bored. "um, mel? what about your upcoming LSATs and law school apps?" "OOPS! i totally forgot!!!"

yesterday james and i got pumpkins! it was fun! he took lots of cute pictures of me! the one picture i "took" of him disappeared! oops again! !!!!

this reminds me that it is almost halloween. let me tell you about my last two halloweens. two years ago, i was dating gabe. we were getting ready to catch the bus to fell's point, the fun-filled place of drunken orgies and general debauchery. so. we went to his room to grab our coats, and what did we find there, but a random kid passed out in gabe's bathroom in a pile of his own vomit! apparently, the kid, let's call him "nick", lived in the same room one floor above gabe, but was too drunk to notice where he was. first, we got to clean up all the puke! and then! we got to dial numbers on nick's cell phone, trying to find someone who could retrieve him. by the time we finished with this halloween treat, all the buses to fell's point had left.

last year, of course, i was dating james. we spent a lot of time thinking up ideas and making/buying costumes (oj and nicole). now, my james isn't usually a big party-goer, so i was thrilled when he agreed to go to whatever party it was. i paid my $5 to get in, i paid james's $5 for him, we walked in the door, and james said, "i'm going to leave now." and then he left. best $5 i ever spent. after a few minutes, i decided to leave - the nicole costume was really not quite the same without oj. i walked back to my apartment by myself with my blond wig and inflated bosom to find james sans costume before i could even take a picture. we spent the rest of the night dressing him back up so i could have a fond memory of the occasion.

boy, i hope this year can live up to the precedent.