Hallowe’en musings.

So I started organising the My Pictures subfolders on my computer, got depressed after finding myself only three folders in, and actually started to cry. For the sake of my mental health, I shall leave the rest for another day.

I find myself increasingly volatile at the moment. I am switching between contentment and hysteria at alarming frequency, and I would quite like to feel normal again. I don’t know what it’s going to take. Having something to concentrate on, to take my mind off the fact that I am a complete FAILURE at writing at the moment, is surely good…and so, my Hallowe’en costume this year is a task of epic proportions. Because I am the most horrible perfectionist (I take it too far sometimes, honestly, I need help), I simply can’t be doing any of this by halves. My costume is a witch doctor, and so far I’ve collected together a fair amount of stuff. Tonight I sat and crafted a staff out of a broom stick, some varnish, fathers and a plastic skull, and also created a necklace of severed fingers. Yeah. Here’s what’s still left to make:

• A string of feathers to hang from my waist.
• A string of bones to hang from my waist.
• Fabric & fur strips.
• Customized top, so it looks more authentic.
• Customized shoes.
• A grass skirt (I’m having troubles with this; the original plan was just to buy one, but I couldn’t find one anywhere. I need to try and find some raffia this week, so I can possibly make one from scratch. This is gonna be bloody expensive.)
• Choose a few obscenely bright hair extensions, and tie in some dreads.
• Practice the mad makeup skillz I’ll be needing!!

…the grass skirt is gonna be the real killer. I’ve already spent far too much on this costume, but what the hey…it’s one night of the year, and I guess it’s only cash I would otherwise spend in Starbucks.

Oh yes, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m blogging about money again; this means I got paid. Yes, yes, do rejoice for me; however, do think of me tomorrow morning as I attempt to make my way into work in order to improve said wage, only to find there is no bus service until 30 minutes before I’m due in (no good when I live 1hr 30mins away!) and no trains due to rail servicing. Oh, it’s great being me, I can tell you.