Potter-o-ween and Pyromania and Possums, etc.

So for Halloween, my friend Jenna and I decided to go as the Black sisters (or, you know, the LeStrange-and-Malfoy sisters), and I, as the resident blonde, was of course Narcissa Malfoy.

Despite that I didn't have a wand or a robe or pretty much anything else, I did have a pretty bad ass Dark Mark, courtesy of my friend Sarah. 

Although really, I feel like I still kind of looked more like a World War II era bar singer than a witch, it's the thought that counts on Halloween, right?

Anyway. This weekend was also Homecoming, which meant BONFIRE!

(also pretty much the only Homecoming event I attended. Whatevs!)

It started off with fireworks!

And then just FIRE!

And then MORE FIRE!

Until it was so big, I almost got my face burned off from all the way across the lake!

Not this guy, though. 

He's too cool. 

These people were with me, though. RETREAT! RETREAT!

And then I came home to house sit and found a ridiculously un-afraid possum. 

Still no kitty, though. :( 

But I DO love this Inuit who put his rightful name on his Senior shirt despite that no one will ever understand it except me. 

Ah, Mickey. Good to see you embracing your true heritage!

Oh, also, I saw Cloud Atlas. Not sure how I feel about it. It was long and hard to watch, mostly because of some really uncomfortable and slightly gratuitous violence. But the concept was interesting. I guess the verdict is that it could have been better but wasn't nearly as horrible as it could have been. 

That is all. 

The Pumpkin Controversy: When Things Get Serious.

So, I have this pumpkin.

And today when I got back from class, he had a note taped on him.

The note read:

"Good job! You appreciate the pumpkin for who he is, without trying to change him, or to impress your idea of "right" on his fleshy skin. He is beautiful--some would argue more beautiful--just as he is. I hope you continue with this lesson and apply it to other areas of your life. Sincerely, NAAP (National Association for the Advancement of Pumpkins)"

So I replied with a note of my own.

I said:

And then, I carved it.

JERRY POTTER!

This is the Honors Life, y'all. 

HaLlOwEeeeEeeEeEEEeEEN!

Halloween is almost upon us, which means one of my favorite holiday seasons is in full swing! Not only is it getting chilly (which is kind of great, except the fact that my room is also freaking cold and I have the cold tolerance of an iguana), but it's HALLOWEEN, which means--

Day of the Dead Festival!

And Zombies! 

And Costume Parties!

(PacMan & Co.)

(Gangnam Styling Psyduck)

And me dressed up as a strawberry!

(Talk about last minute costumes. Ahem.) 

And half-priced vegetarian Sushi!

(Not really Halloween-related, but still. YUM.)

And also a pretty darn good haunted house in Bruce, which taught me that when I am fun-scared, I laugh instead of scream. And the zombie apocalypse taking over campus.

Oh, and voting, of course!

Banananananana

SO MUCH BANANA IN MY DORM ROOM. O_O

It's seriously a little ridiculous. 

We have bananas, banana pudding, banana bread (right), and banana chocolate chip bars (left).

OH YES!

Seriously, though. You should make the banana chocolate chip bars. It's a freakin' banana miracle.

Banana Chocolate Chip Bars

3/4 cup butter

2/3 cup white sugar

2/3 cup brown sugar

1 egg

1 tsp vanilla 

1 cup mashed bananas (about 3)

1 3/4 cup flour (all-purpose or wheat)

2 tsp Baking Powder

1/2 tsp salt

1 cup chocolate chip (any variety)

To make: Cream butter and ALL THE SUGAR! With one hand, gracefully break the egg into the bowl. Do a backflip. Add vanilla (with generosity). Throw in flour, baking powder, and salt and mix together. Add as much chocolate as your heart desires. Bake for 20+ minutes (seriously, it takes forever) at 350F in any cake pan, preferably one that's unicorn shaped. Eat with your face. 

On another good note, I am all registered for classes next semester! :D God I love early Honors registration. 

I am taking American Literature from 1870 to Present, Advanced Readings in French Literature, Organizational Behavior, Honors Technical Writing, and Physics of the Solar System. Wheehoo! 

PS - My professors are Conn for American Lit, Lawler for Physics, Powell for Organization, and Kaplan for French, in case you know anything about any of them (I'm looking at you, Alex). 

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Life Update

So not much of the "exciting" variety has been happening the last couple of weeks. Mostly studying and Netflix and half-price sushi. But here are just a couple of things because I haven't posted in forever.

The guys played possibly their best show at one of the most awesome Open Ranges yet. 

I went to see my mom's beautiful new pedestrian bridge open up to get the students to the stadium, which was pretty awesome.

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I explored the tailgating labyrinth with all of these people (AKA, basically every frat boy and sorority girl at UNT). 

And I got to watch the nationally televised football game from the (incredibly nice) President's box, even though I only stayed for about 90 seconds of the action playing. 

 

And finally, I got to watch George Watsky perform his famous spoken-word poetry on his tour, which was seriously incredible. I was also impressed by the spoken-word talent here at UNT. Such a cool art form.  

Watching Watsky, it really hit me what kinds of things my generation is doing for culture. Thirty years ago, a twenty-two-year-old kid like George Watsky (who's an Emerson College grad, by the way) wouldn't get the chance to travel around for a living, performing original poetry for college students and getting paid for doing it. But because of the Internet, because of the sheer power of YouTube, this kid--and many others like him--are exposed to millions and millions of people, opening up a whole mine of new audiences with an inexhaustible hunger for new art, new words, new opinions and perspectives. Maybe one in a thousand people like spoken word poetry. Maybe that's not enough to give it a location-specific home. But today, location is irrelevant. Our networks connect us instantly with everyone in America--in the whole world--who share our tastes, which gives small-time artists a chance they never would have had in any other time. 

I just think that's so cool. 

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