Happy Halloween

Taken with one of my students.

Halloween 1012

　It's Halloween season, and my favorite shot bar, Marix, is going to be having a Halloween costume event. If you're dressed up, you get a free drink. If you have the best Halloween costume, you get 12 bottles of champagne!! Now that's something to shoot for, isn't it? 

 12 bottles of free champagne should be motivation enough to go all out dressing up for this competition, but my wardrobe seriously lacks flavor and excitement, and costumes here tend to be quite pricy. I decided to do something simple, and default for one free drink instead of 100. 

 If I had money to go splurge on a Halloween costume, I would buy a bottle of fake blood, a white vampire outfit, fake fangs, a sexy wig, fake nails and a cape! I can totally see myself scaring the life out of some people,--uniformed men included!

destress

Random shopping during lunch break:

*White wine glasses from Daiso.
*Black trench coat on sale from UNIQLO
*Cheap chopstick set
*Mabeline Liquid and crayon eyeliners

Feels good to shop.

On a completely irrelevant note, I found a crumpled up paper napkin stuffed in one of the pockets of my hand bag with a name, phone number and mail address scribbled on it. Seems like a certain 'James' wanted me to give him a ring! Chances are looking slim for him.

hummmmm

I've been drinking far too much recently, and it's got to stop! I waste a gross amount of
  money on bars, it's ridiculous! I could've bought a new Zara coat and boots if I had decided to spend my booze money on fashion! This so sucks. 

Then again, I've got my reasons. I just lost a dear friend. In my own words, written in my diary the day of the incident: 

" I actually thought I was fine with everything. I thought I wasn't so affected by the fact that I was being ignored by someone I considered to be a loyal friend. But reality is that it hurt. It felt like I was given a beautiful present that grew roots in my heart, became a part of me and complimented my life, and was suddenly ripped out, taken back, leaving me with a void that nothing seems to be able to fill properly. And I tried to fill it up with everything that I could think of. But what is shared between two souls can never be replaced. "

I did indeed cry that day. And I did kind of binge drink as well. History has an awful way of repeating itself, and unfortunately, this isn't the first of people I cared and loved about to up and leave me hurt and bleeding (not literally) all over the sidewalk. I wonder if I can take any more of this shit... 

BUT! Drinking is not the answer! Must be strong, or else I won't be able to fit into my favorite winter clothes! That would really only add to my depressing state. F!