hurrah! it's that magical time of year, were i eat so much candy i levitate into a ceiling fan. plus, some happy memories revolve around giraffe masks and this ghosty day.
but then, there were those halloweens when i was still in school...and get this...the sickos MADE us go to class. so, in the spirit of the holiday, this is some stuff i found from my 'condition of postmodernism' course notebook, dated halloween night...last year.
my general opinion of the class that night plus i had cat ears on
more fervent notes. michel foucault, how could you do this to me. i really wanted to just shagass right on outta there.