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Man I looked FINE on halloween! Curled my hair up really cute, wore a little black dress, and put on that sexy red cape! (Pictures will be added when I find my camera) Hehe ;) So even though I looked super awesome and good as Little Red, there were like 10 other Little Reds out there. I looked the best, hands down, but still it just irked me how many I saw! I don't want to be mean but some of them were really pathetic. emphasis on PATHETIC! One little girl wore like a red superhero cape with jeans and a blue tee shirt! Hellooooo??? if you wanna wear blue under a red cape then be superman or something! Ugh my random vent sesh for now.

So my friend told me I'm creating a blog epidemic... greeaaaattt. I'll just put this on my sister because she got me into this crazy, latenight, blogging fever! HECK YA! I got two of my friends a blog! check em out sometime my friend Katie's is http://katie-lady101.blogspot.com/ and I can't remember the other one! YAY BLOGGING FOR EVERYONE!

So usually on Halloween we get around 150-160 kids per year. this year we had 56! we have a little counter clicky thing so we don't lose track. but seriously! 56?! might as well skipped passing out candy and just went to bed! psh. stinking kids. Maybe it's cuz we live in the "ghetto" part of town. Just kidding. in a town of 2,500 people... who are like 90% Mormon/LDS... you don't have a ghetto section. We just call it that because it's almost as far west as you can go, and there's barely any streetlights. I used to get so scared walking home from nightgames or parties because my wonderful... wonderful older sisters use to tell me creepy stories about the old grandma that lives on the corner. She's very nice FYI and she used to give me treats when I said hi! Not like "you vant some candy leetle child?" (creepily) but like "Hi honey you want a cookie?" (totally not creepy). Hmm the good ole days. Then her dog, Jake, died and she didn't give me cookies anymore... BUMMER!!! annnyyyway. I live in the ghetto of Magrath, I'm not scared of walking home anymore, and I no longer get cookies from the "grandma" of our street. MLIAN...btw (my life in a nutshell)

Random thought. If everything is wet, is anything really wet? haha saw it on a TV show and thought I would like some further explanation.