Vrooom vroooooooooo00ooo0oom..... - September 26th, 2007

Instead of settling for a ciggy break during this splendid all-nightie, I'll take a trip down memory lane...oh yes, of the best time of the year, halloween.

The first two years at Ringling consisted of stupid, "look-at-me-i'm-cute!-dare-i-say-whore-ish?" costuming tactics. After overdosing on that from just two hits, I decided to stick to some of the things in life that I cherish the most: good makeup artistry, and scary/gory/suspense movies. The bonus to this was the mindfuck factor. To have people stunned and wonder who the hell is the person dressed like a minion of hell made me feel pretty good about myself. Isn't that what halloween is supposed to be about?



Sophmore Year/Take Two...Billy the doll from Saw. He gained a special spot in my heart.



It was the cheapest costume I assembled, too. Shirt, check. Pants, check. Shoes, check. Socks, check. Jacket, $4 at goodwill. Bowtie, that's what friends are for. Tricycle, Walmart for $15. The mask was all me. Just a ping-pong ball sliced in half and placed on a Jason mask. I used Crayola's Model Magic to build the surface, and voila! C'est magnifiqué!


The following year I felt inspired to pray tribute to the Silent Hill nurses. I loved the job they did on the actual movie, so how could I deny myself the pleasure of attempting to recreate that costume? I didn't nail it, but it freaked a lot of people out, and nobody recognized me except a few of my friends. The day after I uploaded the pictures, some approached me to confess how torn they were as to not having guess who was the one responsible for the nurse.





Whatever, whozever cant tell iz me iz BLIND. :}


This year I'm quite excited. I'll go as far as getting contacts for dis shit. France played a huge part in it. It's pretty much this famous lady's outcome:



Teeeease teaaaase.

I bought a tamagotchi yesterday. What's sweet about it is that now they pursue careers and shit.

After my little creature hatched from its pixelated egg, it grew a penis on its head.

He'll grow up to be a pimp. Soon i will have baby powder+bitch-slappin' as a "discipline" option.