Halloween isn't fun anymore?!

One of my friends said to me that Halloween isn't fun anymore, because we are getting older, and its just another day. I was like WTF?! I freaking love Halloween. Every year I take this special oppertunity to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show. There are so many things about Halloween that make it special, and I would hate to think of my friends missing out on such things. Its just too sad.

So I decieded that T.V. reviews arn't my thing, I use the verb "awesome" too much to describe them. Now I'm leaning more toward "the life of an abnormal teenager." I don't believe that I am like other people, for reasons unknown to any one, espically myself. And I also believe that this makes me special. I like to think outside the egg, to do things people wouldn't expect, which sometimes means doing things people expect to be done, but expect you not to do. Then it surprises the hell outta them even more.

Today we made a trip to my Grandparents house. What fun, 12 hours in the car with the fam. Can you say bliss... NOT! My nieces wouldn't shut the hell up, my dad kept going on and on about gas prices, my mom kept going on and on about the company she (kinda) works for, and my brother wouldn't take care of his own kid, and expected me to do it for him. Oh the life I lead.

My Grandparents own about 1,000 acres just on the northern edge of the Ozarks in Missouri. Its a beautiful piece of land, and I spent my childhood growing up there, and my adolesence wishing I could dissappear there. I took my senior pictures there today (SENIORS '10!!! [god I hate that]). I decieded to take them on the Indian Bluff, which is about a 60 or so fall onto nothing but limestone and marble, but it has always been my favorite place. In the background of the pictures you can see the Kaw River, and the surrounding fields, where a man grows THOUSANDS of pumpkins EVERY year. Its pretty cool.

I found my first aarow head today, which I was totally happy about. Thats why its called the Indian Bluff (named BEFORE the politically correct term of Native American came into use), because the Cherikee indians lived there before my however many greats grandfather baught the land off of them. He didn't steal it, he paid a hefty sum for it. There is pottery in every cave, there are aarow heads everywhere, but people have been comming through and taking them for so long that there are very few left, and there are graves. They barried their people in a very special way. The man of the house was burried on the left hand side of a large circle, on his side, then the woman was burried on the right hand side, in the middle of them was their horse, and under them were any children that died before reaching maturity. Just a little factoid for you there.

Well I am tired right now. Had a rough day, we had to stop in Junction City to take the girls Trick-or-Treating before it got dark. That was an expierence I could have lived my life without doing. This says 9:25, but its actually 10:25 until midnight, when it will become 11 again. lol Day lights saving time cracks my shit up.

Good night, and hope you had a kick ass Halloween.