If I could pretend to be anything, it would be normal.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
So, no, YOU'RE the butt head!

I have been called many a thing. From reserved to intimidating, two categories of people who I feel are  in direct conflict with each other, but all together I am noted as someone who is reserved and generally not a people person. My favorite explanation of my personality is that I am velcro. But not the fuzzy side. The hooky side.
The side that you wouldn't want to rub against your face, but get close enough to it and it will grab and hold onto you.


Which is what might make Halloweekend so great, because the whole point is to not be yourself. Pretend to be normal? I can do that. I did that. If we define normal as listening to blaring music in a basement next to the yellow Power Ranger and wondering to yourself where all the other rangers went.

So I guess this was me being outgoing and nice. All the things I am generally too busy drowning in textbooks for. 

200 bonus points if you get my costume. No. I am not just a bumble bee.

I just want a side note of the girl next to me. She had the best costume idea I ever saw. She was "fishin' for compliments". (The one on her hook said, "Your costume is so clever." To which the passive irony of blew my socks off.)

1 million bonus points if you get that costume.

 So I did it. I guess I learned that this so-called "outside world" isn't so bad, albeit cold, and I should probably get used to it. Although I could easily just as relapse into a study-induced coma until next Halloween because that sounds much more likely.