wassup?

Something's definitely in the air today.

There's a weird atmosphere of anticipation that's strangely electrifying and exciting...
I went to the supermarket nearby to get shitloads of toilet paper and cleaning supplies, and as I was there grappling with the shitloads of toilet paper and cleaning supplies, I got hit on by all the Spanish guys working there... "Hola Chiqa" they said, or wolf whistled, or sucked in their breath, as I hastily scurried away. Not once, not twice but multiple times. Wasssuuuuuuup I say. So what if my top is low? Doesn't entitle you to look down my boobs man. So I go back to my dorm, and I meet my classmate Josh's housemate, Will, along the way. He's WAAAAY tall, is blonde, loves all things cowboy, and cracks me up to no end all the time. And because he's like 3 heads taller than I am, I don't blame him for looking down my boobs, cos really, he doesn't have much of a choice anyway. So he's going for the Josh's gig tonight as well. We all have to dress up he says, it'll be loads of fun! What shall we go as? Hmm.. I suggested he go as pinocchio, with the long wooden nose and all, and then he'll have to move like a puppet the entire night. Cool, he says, except for the fact that he'll have to wear skimpy red shorts and that's not cool, that's COLD. haha...

So, it's HALLOWEEN weekend! There's a lot of people milling around the school campus today, an out-of-the-ordinary traffic of coming and going, carrying parcels from the mail office. I saw this girl wearing a humongous ball of lace on her head... I wonder what she's supposed to- just hideous perhaps?

Shall I go as a punk rocker for the gig tonight? Many friends have said that it's so becoming of me, or that I'd fit right in to the role.. (I wonder what impression I'm giving out here... rebellious punk?!!? gosh) And I still have to meet the singaporeans (whom I have talked to online but never met before) for a steamboat dinner gathering???
The 1/6 of a six-pack of beer role is reserved for the party tomorrow night with the Germans...
and then there's the Halloween parade at Greenwich Village to go to on Monday, and somehow we'll have to find time to go to the Met Museum this weekend cos there's an ongoing exhibition on Calatrava, and he'll be giving a talk sometime.

This is so not a good weekend to try to get work done.
I'm going off to the mail office to try to collect my boots (again) cos the UPS website says that they have been delivered! yey... flighty bimbotic jan.... Trick or Treat!!!