Halloween

I would have posted a different blog, but I can't wait anymore. It will have to wait until later.

Halloween sucked, seriously. Worst Halloween ever. In order to explain it, I have to talk about the days leading up to it. Everything pretty much went down hill starting Sunday. On Sunday I was supposed to find out from my parents if I could see Nichole. I only had two messages left on my phone with which to inform her of their decision. It would have been four, but for some reason my phone is cheating me out of ten cents per day. That was the start of my problems. Nichole sent me a message in the morning, reminding me to ask. Not that I'd forgotten, but I could understand. I still had one message though. I could ask quickly and send her the reply and everything would work out. But it didn't work out. I got another message from her a few hours later. Fail. I didn't even ask after that. There was no way I could possibly see her that day. That night I went to bed lonely and depressed. But I resolved to talk to her again as soon as humanly possible. My dad got sick the next morning. He was supposed to drive us to school, but he was so dizzy he couldn't drive. My mom had to come home from work to take us. We got to school late, but I got her to give me my allowance. W00t for me. Now I could recharge my phone and talk to Nichole as soon as school got out. A moment's happiness for me, but vastly premature. I forgot about her for the split second it took to miss the bus stop I would need to buy a phone card. I was pissed. I talked to my mom about it and she said we were going out anyway. So it wouldn't be right after school, it would still be before the next day after school. When I finally got the phone card and plugged it in and all that good stuff, I sent a message to my love. Soon after, she asked if I wanted to go to her house on Halloween. Well of course, YES! But my parents might not approve. What to do, what to do. After getting back my mom was setting up for Halloween. She was painting her nails and got polish all over her fingers... Well. Not all over, but she needed help o remove some from her right hand. I offered to help and took the opportunity to ask her about Halloween. "Ask your dad," she said. Shit. I hate talking to him. He has strong reactions to things he shouldn't care about. This is one of those things he shouldn't care about. Needless to say, I didn't get around to asking him that night. Nor the next morning. In fact, I didn't ask him until the absolute latest I could. He said no. Who would've guessed? The only chance was if my mom decided to argue my case. She got home shortly after. She brought the cat in. Topic immediately changed off Halloween and onto the cat. That little bitch. I want to see my girlfriend, the cat can wait! When the subject finally came up, my mom didn't fight my case. :( I gave up. Nichole pleaded with me not to, but I did. I knew I couldn't go. She just made me feel like I hadn't tried. I was severely depressed. The rest of the night.... Not even worth mentioning, suffice to say it made me feel worse. Lucky number thirteen. Though I wouldn't know about that until Thursday. Hell. Thirteen is just a rough estimate anyway. It's probably more.