I really am quite good looking.
Twas a hexcellent weekend. I only briefly wept into a pan of apple crisp, so that's a plus. There was drag, wigs, fake wangs, one real wang, tacos, real flesh tacos, innapropriateness, grandmas, babies, jewellery, baseball, Barry Gibb, and the repetitious blaring of a my song. Very satisfying.
And now I'm left all alone with the Guel-jivers thinking about how screwed I am for my THREE midterms this week. Not good. Plus I have to figure out a brilliant halloween costume. I'm horribly torn right now between hilarity and hotness. This morning I was ridiculously excited about Phantom and I going as Jay and Silent Bob, with me as Bob... but now I'm wondering whether I can pull the details together by Saturday (because this party is going to be HIGHLY critical). Also, seeing as how I'm more comfortable around this crowd than Phantom, us trying to keep characters such as these may be entirely impossible since I will likely want to talk, and he will likely want to be shy. Maybe I should just be Jay.
I'm trying to avoid falling back on the original Slutterfly idea as per Mean Girls, but it may be such a variation. I'm definitely going to have to start pulling it together when I get home on Friday. I'd love to do the duo thing, but it may not happen. I was trying to convince the box ladies to go in on a group costume with me, but that's also unlikely. I'm just going to have to push the costume planning tempt out of my damn head until the exams are done!