Why Didn't I Do This Earlier

I think my little heart just exploded. Into tillions of little bits.

I just came back from the costume shops, and I've got my very first Halloween costume. I once swore that if ever I blogged about the shopping I did I would send my first son to ACS, but heck, I think I can bend the rules this time.

You see, tomorrow's Halloween. For the past few days, nay, years, whenever I saw people dressing up I quickly dismissed them as either having too much time or actively hiding from their girlfriends. Dressing up was for other people, and I was cool.

I was wrong!!

No, not about the cool part. But about the dressing up!

I've seen people dress up as the Super Mario Brothers, as Locks and Keys (go figure that one out), as all shapes and forms of the creepy ghoulies. And not once did my heart skip any beat in excitement.

That is, until I tried on my wig 5 minutes ago. With my cape. And my teeth. And my fake black fingernails. And that was when this strange excitement gripped me and throttled all the jadedness out of me!

(I've never used so many !!! in a single post before. Wow. But then this is the first time I've discovered my inner-Gothic. I mean, it's the first time I can have black nails without my mum freaking out and having the are-you-a-gay talk with me. Sheesh.)

I mean, seriously. I always wondered why the women in Transylvania don't just close their windows to keep the annoying bats out. But if all the vampires are as suave as the one that grunted back in the mirror a few minutes ago, freak, I'll swing my windows wide open and paint little landing strips for the vampire bats too.

Hee. Pictures soon when I go for the Halloween parties and parades in town!

P.S. Thank you to all of you who were concerned that I had somehow died or something in the last month. =)