Also. I'm wearing my "livin' life in 6D B" glasses as you may have seen in previous posts because it is spirit week. In addition to Superhero Day, Camo Day, Wear Red Day and Spirit Day, we also have dress like a nerd day. Actually it started out as Nerds v. Jocks day, but apparently that was offensive and not representative of our desire to have a unified student body. So then we were supposed to cancel the nerd all together, and have jock/dress your favorite decade day. But then the kids were so hacked off they were fearing riot, so nerd day got reinstated, but this time with the removal of the vs. This is how pretty much everything around here goes. Keep up fools. Regardless, I find myself in my Science Heroes T-Shirt, turtle neck underneath, in capri pants with cat socks and chucks, wearing red suspenders with my hair on top of my head. Here's a visual.
Anyway, I thought it might be time to update you on Fright Nights again. It is going splendidly. I say that because I haven't been there the four busiest nights of the season (Twice because of the plague, twice because I was in Indiana celebrating college, which is I guess what homecoming is?). Apparently it's brutal.
I've taken a true love for watching the goings on in the building before we get the party started. These people are HILARIOUS.
First of all, I am one of 5 people (out of approximately 75 total) that don't smoke. I'm probably going to suffer the ill effects of smoking from the intense amount of second hand. Between that and my diet coke addiction (or cancer juice, as one of my students likes to call it), I'm probably headed for an early grave. I'm forever being asked for a lighter or a cigarette, neither of which I have. (They don't think it's funny when I offer to light it with the heat I emit from my body because I'm so SMOKIN hot in my Ghillet suit)
Mostly I keep to myself. I have a select group of people I am willing to talk to, but much past that and I start to get concerned for my life. Yesterday a guy wielding a broken baseball bat (which I heard him say he broke himself during a fit of rage) comes up to me and we have the following encounter:
Broken Bat Man (also wearing scary, messed up mask): Dang girl, you ain't talk much.
Me: I'm tired and I don't have a lot to say.
Broken Bat Man: Wow. I'm glad to hear you have a voice...I wasn't for sure that you had one.
What I actually wanted to say: NO! Of course I don't talk much you crazy! You're weilding a broken bat, you are missing 5 teeth and I've heard you talk at least 3 times about your parole officer!
There is also an extrememly high turnover rate at this place. As in every night, 50% of the staff is completely new. Which makes for an interesting situation and a plethora of new people to watch at all times. Yesterday, one girl thought it would be a good idea to just bark at everyone who passed by. Solid. I'm all for that. For the record, she was not dressed as a dog or any variety of dog. Just wearing pretty normal clothes. I like.
I'm starting to get creative with my free time in the woods as well. I've started a nice regimine of ghillet yoga and laps around the clearing. Exercise or bust. That's my life motto...HA!
Anyway, it seems that the crowds get weirder and weirder the closer you get to Halloween, so I am sure tonight will have many fun adventures in store.
Until next time,
Peace, Love and Pepper Spray,
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. Yesterday, one of my students informed me (in all seriousness) that the United States was developing methods for creating Zombies. Are we really prepared for this?? He is. He's been learning the art of zombie killing. I know who I'm going to for advice when the Zombie Apocolypse comes. Do You? I suggest you start thinking about it.
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