September was filled with exciting moments, mainly my job at Sprint, which in all reality is anything but exciting. My position is what some may call a "hourly sales associate" or in other terms "the whatever person". If they need a person to fill in for a couple hours, thats when I work. Our store is basically a medium sized rectangle with phones on one side, accessories on another and the front desks in front of you when you first come inside. What I do is I stand (or sit on a little itty bitty stool) behind the desk, answering questions, trying to sell a phone or accessory, or just explaining the little information I know. It really all is good fun.
October wasn't much different. Aside from school and work and the little time I am able to spend with my family and friends, I honestly forgot that my birthday was coming up at the end of the month. I was too busy planning a halloween party, working on papers, and making sure I wouldn't get fired that turning nineteen just seemed unimportant. I don't know when or how, but it happened and let me tell you this, I really hate the number. To me, nineteen just seems so...so...hm...what is the word I'm looking for...prime. Its that awkward limbo stage between not being a teenager anymore but not quite cool enough to go to bars and pretend that I'm a regular and drink heavily. I really enjoyed eighteen and I enjoyed seventeen even more, but I guess it comes with the package. Being alive means becoming older (and if I'm complaining now about turning nineteen...good lord...what will I be like when I'm thirty?)
As for the halloween party, I honestly must say the costume that Scott and I both dressed as was pretty dang cool. 
As you can see we are characters from my main man big EAP's (edgar allen poe) The Masque of the Red Death and you will NOT believe how many times I had to explain that to people. I guess that I can understand where the confusion is coming from. To any ordinary person, I suppose that we do seem just like to masked fools, but that would be incorrect. If they would have just studied during sophomore english, they would have totally gotten it with no problem and no questioned asked. Let me show you.
Now aside from the fact that I am NOT wearing a mask in the first photograph, a viewer can CLEARLY see that Scott is coughing up something, and one could just only ASSUME that it would be blood since there is just a shit ton on my face. The second photo isn't much better ( I just personally thought it was adorable how Scott's mask looks like he is just ticked off all the time). You would think it wouldn't be too hard to understand, but no. Even during the party when we were hacking up fake blood people were like "oh duh, you guys are vampires!".
...ohhhemmmgeeee my friends...
How many vampire vomit up blood? Only retarded ones who apparently don't want to live anymore. Oh well, I decided that it wasn't worth all the explaination so I just nodded my head yes whenever someone asked (then gave an answer) as to what we were.
Now as November is beginning I can only hope that my life won't get anymore hetic. I'm looking for a new job hopefully something more entertaining for myself. I will be studying harder and keeping my grades up, and hopefully I'll actually get my film camera fixed and get my butt out there and start taking photographs again.
I really honestly do miss it sometimes.
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