So, lately I have felt like things were getting a bit boring, and I didn't have much to write about. I've been working and going to school, and that's about it. I was bored with it, and I didn't want to bore you all with it...
...then I changed my mind and decided I would bore you all, anyway!
So, this weekend I decided to partake in Halloween festivities. I possibly partook a wee bit too much. It was a fun night, though! Here's a little snapshot of my costume:
I met up with some friends, and we went out to a little shindig at a bar, and then I paid for how much fun I had all day the next day!
So, in my little apartment, I have to share a bathroom with the person who lives on the other side of the laundry room from me, and, thusly, I have dubbed him "bathroom boy."
For the most part, I never really SEE bathroom boy, that is, until we got home from our respective Halloween festivities this Saturday. Unfortunately, I got a lesson in just how truly stupid bathroom boy is...
I guess bathroom boy decided that having a girl living in the same place as him should have its advantages for him. He guessed wrong. He knocked on my door about ten minutes after I got back, and decided to strike up a conversation... I'm using the term conversation lightly. Bathroom boy is possibly one of the dumbest people I have EVER met. He's one of those really really annoying people who thinks he is super smart, but, really, lacks any form of intelligence. Here are a few gems from the "conversation" we had:
Bathroom boy: So, are you a Satanist?
Bathroom boy: What's with all the owls?
Me: I just like owls...
Bathroom boy: Owls are symbols of Satan, you probably should have looked into that.
Me: Right, because my owl tattoos look so Satanic. I like owls, and I'm an atheist, I could care less.
Or, this little gem:
Bathroom boy: Why do you have all that shit all over your face?
Me: I went to a Halloween party tonight...
Bathroom boy: Yeah, but why do you have all that crap on your face?
Me: It was part of my Halloween costume...
Bathroom boy: Yeah, but what's with all the makeup?
Me: Do I need to explain to you what Halloween is?
Bathroom boy: No, it's why I'm wearing this bandanna on my head, I'm one of those Mexican death catchers.
Me: I'm La Catrina, you know, from the Day of the Dead imagery.
Bathroom boy: So you think you're a death catcher, too?
Bathroom boy: So what's with all that shit on your face?
Me: *blank stare*
And then! The icing on the cake! After illustrating just how stupid he was, he took it a step further, and tried to get in my pants!
Tried being the operative word. I don't think so, bathroom boy.
Anywhoodles, I should head off to write my essay that I have to take a late on. I've never had to take a late on any assignment, ever, but, I just did not have time to finish the novel I had to review, so, here I am.
Better late than, never, right?
Toodles, lovelies <3