It's sad that I am like this every week, wishing for Fridays, wishing for the weekend. And when it comes, it is short and well-wasted and goes by much too quickly.

Halloween was great. I sat at the door, Sanitation notes and flashlight in hand. I had a midterm this afternoon that I was trying to study for. We had a trio of pumpkins at the door, a huge one with evil eyes and huge gouging teeth that I received many compliments for, a medium average-sized jack-o-lantern, and my sisters' baby gourd, hollowed out and precision cut with care. It was modeled after Paul Franks' monkey.

It was a busy night. We must have had over a hundred kids at our house, and some repeat customers at that. They were not on my street for my house, but instead our neighbours' fancy, decked out, lightly illuminated "Transylvania Inn".

I miss halloween. I don't miss the candy all too much, I miss the dressing up with makeup and costume and pretending that you were someone else.

I wore my witch makeup and hat last night, and spooked out some trick or treaters (and their parents, at times), when I opened the door before their second knock, or after they had just turned around to look at their friend/brother/sister coming up the stairs.

There were some cute ones and some big ones and old ones and furry ones and magical ones and rude ones, even. But i'm surprised that I did not see any characters from Lord of the Rings.

Well. Off to my weekend of waste.