It's been a pretty common occurence for strangely garbed college students to appear in the dorms showing of their intended costumes (I would know, I've done it myself).
Supermen, cheerleaders and killer ninja assasins have all passed through the dorms halls.
And don't even get me started on cross dressing...
Well maybe a little...
The Rocky Horror Picture Show is being shown on campus by the Girls Rugby Team, again (they brag about combining cross-dressing with fund-raising on their website. This is the same group that held Prom Rugby last week: a rugby match were members were wore Prom Dresses over their jerseys. Over the match, they slowly deteriorated and or fell to tattered shreds on the field. They also talked the ref into wearing a tuxedo top, soccer shorts, and pink socks pulled up to his knees. This is a classy bunch).
Anyway, it ought to be a hoot.
Tomorrow - pausing to reconsult watch - I mean today, Hatch is also hosting trick-or-treaters on all 8 floors. This is good because it provides a safe alternative to street trick-or-treating on a cold Thursday night and it cuts down on TP attacks (well, maybe OUTSIDE the dorm...).
I just got from a Wal-Mart run picking up candy and gigantic spider webs. I also passed by the DVD section and picked up "Good Morning Vietnam" and "Roxanne," so I'm happy, albeit a mite poorer for the experience.
I should go to bed now. It's getting late and I won't be sleeping much tomorrow night with the midnight madness I'm going to, so I'll just leave you with a random quote from the movie Roxanne, starring Steve Martin:
C. D. Bales: I have a dream. It's not a big dream, it's just a little dream. My dream - and I hope you don't find this too crazy - is that I would like the people of this community to feel that if, God forbid, there were a fire, calling the fire department would actually be a wise thing to do. You can't have people, if their houses are burning down, saying, "Whatever you do, don't call the fire department!" That would be bad.
- Goodnight Folks!
