I can roll with the punches as long as I feel that I'm in control...

Listening to: Rock & Roll by Eric Hutchinson

This year Halloween was a bit different than it's ever been. I feel like I've never had to really look for something to do on Halloween, thanks to trick or treating. (Well, I suppose I didn't trick or treat last year.. but whatever) Beckah and I were at a loss for what to do. So we did what any normal girl does when she's bored... we went to Planned Parenthood.
Bahah, okay. So maybe it was the first time we'd ever gone there. We each got an abortion (JK JK JK), so we set up appointments to get some free BC so we can sleep around (JK JK we're not that cool) .....so we can keep our complexion beauutifulll because my derm is a bitch and won't prescribe it to me. (WHAT DO YOU MEAN? THE DERM @ MAYO CLINIC CAN'T GIVE ME BC?! WTF FU MAYO CLINIC. TOP OF THE LINE MY ASS), and we made it in and out protestor-free. (an unusual occurance for a Friday). So, we made our way to the bowling alley to say hayyyy to Beckah's mom and her class who got to bowl because it was Halloween or something. (I want to go back to 6th grade rn... you don't get to go on field trips to the bowling alley in college, ugh.) So we fretted about transfer applications and douchey school counselors and then found out that Beckah apparently already had an appt. @ PP so we had to go cancel it, and much to our delight... THERE WERE PROTESTORS. We were like kids in a fucking candy store. We zipped up to Planned Parenthood and parked RIGHT in front of it. Cancelled the appt. then decided it was completely necessary to drive the long way home just so we could drive past the protestors...so we get next to them and we're getting all giddy and excited. So I look at Beckah and I'm like, "Roll down your window... and scream, ITS MY BODY" So the green turn arrow pops up, and it was fight or flight... so we chose both. Beckah screamed (like a champ, I might add)..."IT'S MY BODYYYYY!!!" at them. They looked up and we sped off like BAMFS. Long story short: I hate PP protestors.

Then she goes home to be all healthy and run, and I go home to do homework and I'm TRYING to do my homework and the Republicans could not give me and OUNCE of peace. I'm typing up discussion question answers involving the debates, and THREE times in an hour (I kid you not) they call. The first time the phone rings, I pick up... long ass pause.. I hang up because I figure it's a telemarketer/phonebanker. About ten minutes later, the same thing happens. I hang up. About 20 minutes later, the phone rings and I'm like OKAY WTF. So I listen, and sure enough it's the god damn GOP calling to tell me that I need to vote for a president that won't ruin our children's futures and will SUPPORT OUR VALUES. SO I'm like, oh halllleeee no. I then begin to talk loudly over her so that she will STFU with her propaganda... "UMMMMMMM, AND THESE ARE NOT MY VALUES." Click. I was hoping they would call back one more time, because I had Obama's DNC speech all set and ready, turned up at full volume, to blast back at their stupid slander. Long story short: I hate GOP phonebankers.

Halloween was pretty fun. Beckah and I dressed like burritos and got free Chipotle for dinner. Then we carved pumpkins. It was pretty awesome. My sister's bff's parents came over for a bit to drop off my sister's friend.. and they didn't seem to take to warmly to my dad's joke. "I told her to carve McCain/Palin in to her pumpkin... because that would be a scary pumpkin." ...... and they were like "......" so my dad added.. "....to her." BAHHA. I was like WTF EVER. (Clarification: My pumpkin has OB on one side and AMA on the other... my pumpkin is just too huge to get a pic w/ the entirety of it) Then we were like ummm, so we went to the Dairy Queen and got coupons for a free dillybar or cone for dressing up, which we didn't but Beckah's got the connecs. Then we went and saw Zack & Miri Make a Porno. I fully intended for it to be one of those movies that looks really good but ends up being an okay waste of time and I'd never watch it again. Well, I was like sobbing the entire way through the movie. It was so damn great. I luhhhh Seth Rogan. Srsly, we can get married at any time now. Call me, BB!!!

I'll spare you one last long story and make it really simple for you: GO VOTE ON TUESDAY. You can fuck yourself if you think your vote doesn't count for anything.

Ummm, I probably just made a few frenemies from this last entry. Ugh, tevz.