After being extremely homesick for almost three months, it was finally time to go home for thanksgiving. I decided to leave Gallaudet five days early and miss few classes. On the 19th, I hopped on my plane and went straight home. My dad was the first person to greet me at the baggage claim. I jumped on him and cried for a good amount of time. When I got to the car, I saw my brother, Levi, holding up a sign that said, “Welcome Home Valen!” I jumped on him and before I knew it, everyone was crying.
The last person I really wanted to see was my mom; she didn’t come because she had to work. The trip from the airport to my home is about two hours. I sat in the car, anxious to see my mom. Once we got into the town I live in, Fulton, we went straight to my mom’s work. We pulled into the parking lot and she was right there. There were tears again. After we calmed down, we went to a fancy restaurant because I was craving steak. At Gallaudet, all I lived on was pasta, pizza, and Chinese food. No steak or anything homey. I ordered a large, medium-rare steak that tasted like heaven.
Throughout the entire eleven days I was home I visited friends, did “traditional” things with my family, and dreaded the day I had to come back. My dad and I usually go and watch cage fights that he judges. I got lucky because there was a cage fight event on the Saturday after I got home. My father and I went with his friends and we got cage seats. We were so close to the fighters that we ended up being splattered in blood during a very bloody fight. I totally enjoyed it.
My mom and I always shop together and have lunch together every Saturday at our favorite Chinese restaurant, Chinese Palace. We did that when I was home, we talked a lot. Before I came to Gallaudet, we would fight all the time because we just couldn’t get along with each other. During the break, we still fought but not as much. We were still kind of tense but I was still very happy to see her. We kept fighting about curfew. I wasn’t used to coming back from Gallaudet where I had absolutely no curfew, to home where I had a ten o clock curfew. The curfew was finally dropped and I could stay out with a car until whenever I wanted.
I love my brother very much, even though we have a totally opposite personality and views on things. He is the perfect child and I am the black sheep of the family. He doesn’t drink or smoke, I do. There’s one thing we have in common, movies. We always have movie nights together, we had one when I was home. I caught up on new releases that I missed out on at Gallaudet. We also had lunch together during his work break one day and I enjoyed that.
Before I knew it, it was time to come back. I was in a bad mood that entire day and was sick because I took care of my boyfriend, who had stomach flu, the day before. My family kept telling me that it was only three weeks before I could be home again. That didn’t help; I bawled my eyes out when I got on my flight. I wasn’t very happy to be back at Gallaudet, I belong more at home than here because I love my family very much. Now I am anxious to go back and be with my family and friends.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
FYE 8
My family is very conservative and I am the black sheep. My brother is nine years older than me and he is the perfect child. My parents suffered with me for the past eighteen years because I am very independent and wild at heart. I wasn’t allowed to dye my hair, but dyed it black against my parents’ wishes when I was fourteen. Was only allowed two piercings in each ear, I pierced the third hole myself in my bathroom when I was fifteen. My parents dreaded my eighteenth birthday because they knew nothing would stop me there.
Sure enough I got my industrial piercing in my right ear and two cartilage piercing in my left right after my eighteenth birthday. That sure caused uproar in my house. I went home for Thanksgiving and they weren’t surprised with what I got in D.C. They were expecting it. I got my tongue pierced and a tattoo on my spine.
In September there was supposed to be a tattoo and piercing workshop in SLCC. I showed up but very few did so it was postponed until who-knows-when. Those who showed got a ten percent off coupon on any piercing. This excited me because I was planning to get a tongue piercing. People always assumed I got it for the “wrong” reasons. My reason was that I have to have something in my mouth, I usually use gum but I don’t always have gum. So, I decided to see if a piercing could replace that. And it did. Now you know the real reason why.
Few days after getting the coupon, I ran over to Tattoo Paradise in Adam’s Morgan with a group of friends. Each one of us got a piercing and I did my tongue. I was told it was the least painful piercing. It definitely was the most painful piercing for me, even compared to my industrial. I cried when the guy shoved the fat needle through my tongue. Sorry for the graphic details. It hurt so much for a week and my tongue swelled up three times its size. Once the pain went away, I fell in love with it. I refuse to take it out, even with my mother’s demands.
After I got my tongue done, I decided to get a tattoo that I had always wanted since two years ago. I have a favorite, personal quote, “What Nourishes Me Also Destroys Me”. I decided to have that tattooed down along my spine. I was told it was going to hurt bad, it didn’t. I enjoyed it. I had two friends with me when I got it. I was supposed to be alone but since I had to be topless for the procedure, the tattooist let them be in the same room. It took about thirty minutes.
I was aware that tattoos are PERMANENT but the quote was personal for me and it can be easily covered by shirts, so I went ahead and got it. My parents weren’t so happy but the tongue piercing bothered them more because it is so noticeable. Deciding what to do with my body is a big decision so I try to not be too stupid about it. I make sure my tattoos are easily covered. I don’t worry about where my piercings are because they are not permanent. There will be more tattoos and piercings to come.
Sure enough I got my industrial piercing in my right ear and two cartilage piercing in my left right after my eighteenth birthday. That sure caused uproar in my house. I went home for Thanksgiving and they weren’t surprised with what I got in D.C. They were expecting it. I got my tongue pierced and a tattoo on my spine.
In September there was supposed to be a tattoo and piercing workshop in SLCC. I showed up but very few did so it was postponed until who-knows-when. Those who showed got a ten percent off coupon on any piercing. This excited me because I was planning to get a tongue piercing. People always assumed I got it for the “wrong” reasons. My reason was that I have to have something in my mouth, I usually use gum but I don’t always have gum. So, I decided to see if a piercing could replace that. And it did. Now you know the real reason why.
Few days after getting the coupon, I ran over to Tattoo Paradise in Adam’s Morgan with a group of friends. Each one of us got a piercing and I did my tongue. I was told it was the least painful piercing. It definitely was the most painful piercing for me, even compared to my industrial. I cried when the guy shoved the fat needle through my tongue. Sorry for the graphic details. It hurt so much for a week and my tongue swelled up three times its size. Once the pain went away, I fell in love with it. I refuse to take it out, even with my mother’s demands.
After I got my tongue done, I decided to get a tattoo that I had always wanted since two years ago. I have a favorite, personal quote, “What Nourishes Me Also Destroys Me”. I decided to have that tattooed down along my spine. I was told it was going to hurt bad, it didn’t. I enjoyed it. I had two friends with me when I got it. I was supposed to be alone but since I had to be topless for the procedure, the tattooist let them be in the same room. It took about thirty minutes.
I was aware that tattoos are PERMANENT but the quote was personal for me and it can be easily covered by shirts, so I went ahead and got it. My parents weren’t so happy but the tongue piercing bothered them more because it is so noticeable. Deciding what to do with my body is a big decision so I try to not be too stupid about it. I make sure my tattoos are easily covered. I don’t worry about where my piercings are because they are not permanent. There will be more tattoos and piercings to come.
FYE 7
A huge event hosted by the Kappa Sigma Fraternity came up on November sixth, the Autumn Blaze. It was going to be held in Germantown, Maryland, which is about 30 minutes drive from Gallaudet. My good friend, who is a Kappa Sigma brother, begged me and Sandy to go. We were appealed by the idea of being in the middle of nowhere and breathing fresh air compared to the dirty city. After a while we caved in and went. It turned out to be the worst experience ever.
On the night of November 6th, I put on layers of clothes, hats, and gloves so we would be warm. Outside was really cold and I waited outside with friends. I promised my best friend that I would go completely sober and I did. Looking back, I wish I didn’t. Everyone else was drunk except for my friends and me. The two buses showed up and we all squeezed in, three or four people in each seat. I sat on top of my friends and was very uncomfortable. It took forever to finally leave and be on our way. By the time we left our butts were asleep. The supposed 30 minute trip turned into an hour and fifteen minutes.
With everyone drinking so much, their bladders became too full. Soon enough everyone was whining about having to pee badly. They were told to hold it in until we arrived. They became so impatient that they all crowded around the bus driver and demanded that he pull over. We were on the freeway, in the middle of traffic. I was so worried that the driver would wreck the bus because the drunk people were yelling at him. He finally had enough and pulled over very roughly into a ditch off the freeway. All the drunken guys jumped off the back and peed in the ditch. We all watched their butts and laughed at them.
The commotion didn’t stop there. The drunken girls refused to pee in front of everyone so the driver took us to a gas station. Everyone took so long to use the restroom, we were parked for a good twenty minutes. After that the driver got lost because he couldn’t find the freeway again. As he tried to find it, everyone was standing up, screaming, and being stupid. Ten minutes before we arrived, a girl at the seat across from me puked allover herself. She claimed she was suffering from motion sickness but it was so obvious she had been drinking heavily. Everyone was covering their noses because of the stench. Once we finally arrived, everyone ran off the bus because we were so crowded, uncomfortable, and queasy.
I arrived extremely grumpy and expected to have a good night. I tried to keep my mind off the cold so I went straight to the food table and ordered some food and hot chocolate. I found the food unsatisfactory and noticed that it was too dark. There weren’t enough lights so everyone had trouble seeing each other. My friends and I were miserable after thirty minutes. We went to see if there were any rides back but found out that the buses weren’t leaving until two in the morning. It was only ten thirty then. I was half in tears when I found out. My friend suggested that we do the hay ride to take our minds off everything. I decided against it because I was freezing so I stayed beside the campfire.
After fifteen minutes of torture, I asked a friend to call a cab company to pick us up. We struggled with finding a cab because we were in the middle of nowhere. After many attempts, we managed to find a willing driver. We waited for thirty minutes, watching drunken people running and falling everywhere. At this point I had to pee but there were no restrooms anywhere. My friend and I looked around and ran into the corn field and peed in the corn. So, don’t eat any corn that comes from Shepherd’s Orchid in Germantown, Maryland.
The cab finally arrived and there was only room for three people but me and my four friends piled ourselves into the car and told the driver to hit the gas. We paid him to take us to the nearest metro station then we took the metro back to Gallaudet. About 30 minutes after we arrived on campus, everyone else from the Blaze arrived. The drunken people claimed they had a blast, so I learned that you pretty much have to be drunk to enjoy an event at Gallaudet.
On the night of November 6th, I put on layers of clothes, hats, and gloves so we would be warm. Outside was really cold and I waited outside with friends. I promised my best friend that I would go completely sober and I did. Looking back, I wish I didn’t. Everyone else was drunk except for my friends and me. The two buses showed up and we all squeezed in, three or four people in each seat. I sat on top of my friends and was very uncomfortable. It took forever to finally leave and be on our way. By the time we left our butts were asleep. The supposed 30 minute trip turned into an hour and fifteen minutes.
With everyone drinking so much, their bladders became too full. Soon enough everyone was whining about having to pee badly. They were told to hold it in until we arrived. They became so impatient that they all crowded around the bus driver and demanded that he pull over. We were on the freeway, in the middle of traffic. I was so worried that the driver would wreck the bus because the drunk people were yelling at him. He finally had enough and pulled over very roughly into a ditch off the freeway. All the drunken guys jumped off the back and peed in the ditch. We all watched their butts and laughed at them.
The commotion didn’t stop there. The drunken girls refused to pee in front of everyone so the driver took us to a gas station. Everyone took so long to use the restroom, we were parked for a good twenty minutes. After that the driver got lost because he couldn’t find the freeway again. As he tried to find it, everyone was standing up, screaming, and being stupid. Ten minutes before we arrived, a girl at the seat across from me puked allover herself. She claimed she was suffering from motion sickness but it was so obvious she had been drinking heavily. Everyone was covering their noses because of the stench. Once we finally arrived, everyone ran off the bus because we were so crowded, uncomfortable, and queasy.
I arrived extremely grumpy and expected to have a good night. I tried to keep my mind off the cold so I went straight to the food table and ordered some food and hot chocolate. I found the food unsatisfactory and noticed that it was too dark. There weren’t enough lights so everyone had trouble seeing each other. My friends and I were miserable after thirty minutes. We went to see if there were any rides back but found out that the buses weren’t leaving until two in the morning. It was only ten thirty then. I was half in tears when I found out. My friend suggested that we do the hay ride to take our minds off everything. I decided against it because I was freezing so I stayed beside the campfire.
After fifteen minutes of torture, I asked a friend to call a cab company to pick us up. We struggled with finding a cab because we were in the middle of nowhere. After many attempts, we managed to find a willing driver. We waited for thirty minutes, watching drunken people running and falling everywhere. At this point I had to pee but there were no restrooms anywhere. My friend and I looked around and ran into the corn field and peed in the corn. So, don’t eat any corn that comes from Shepherd’s Orchid in Germantown, Maryland.
The cab finally arrived and there was only room for three people but me and my four friends piled ourselves into the car and told the driver to hit the gas. We paid him to take us to the nearest metro station then we took the metro back to Gallaudet. About 30 minutes after we arrived on campus, everyone else from the Blaze arrived. The drunken people claimed they had a blast, so I learned that you pretty much have to be drunk to enjoy an event at Gallaudet.
FYE 6
It was Homecoming at Gallaudet, the day everyone was anticipating for. As a new freshman, I didn’t know what to expect. Some claimed Homecoming was the highest peak of crazy parties. Some said the most exciting thing was the football game. One thing for sure is that it was an outrageous experience I wasn’t expecting.
My roommate, Sandy, had her seventeen year old best friend come to stay in our room. I had an old friend from RIT come and stay with us. Sandy’s friend, Roni, was underage so we had to sneak her in the entire weekend. Fortunately we never got caught. Of course, we had to sneak in some alcohol to complete the homecoming experience. I bought some during the day, before the RAs started their bag to bag inspections. After I stocked my refrigerator, Sandy and I welcomed our friends. This was the night before homecoming and we had a party in our room but it was nothing compared to homecoming night.
On the morning of homecoming, my friends and I went to see the football game. Since I am not a fan of football and don’t understand how it is played, I only stayed for an hour-ish. I took a nap until the game was over. My friends and I decided to go to Happyland that night instead of the Bash because it was cheaper. We always pre-party before we go to the actual party but everyone left so early for the actual party except us. We decided to have a designated driver to drive us to an alcohol store and buy more alcohol since we all drank everything that was in my refrigerator the night before. Afterwards we all drank at top of the parking garage next to the Kellogg hotel and got intoxicated quickly, I was handling it the best.
We met some friends on Eighth Street and started walking to Happyland. Half way there a friend realized she forgot her ID so everyone stumbled back to campus. When we got back, I realized two of my friends were already beyond drunk. My sober friend came up with the idea of driving to Subway to get some bread in hopes to sober us up a bit. It all went crazy at Subway.
I stayed in the car with the drunken people. One friend complained she needed to pee badly and Subway has an employee only restroom. I looked around and saw a dumpster in the middle of an empty parking lot. I dragged her there and peed behind the dumpster. As we walked back to the car, she asked me why my extremely drunk friend was in the driver’s seat. I looked and sure enough, the friend was trying to drive and the car was still on. I ran full-speed to the car and yanked the keys out of the ignition. The whole time she was stomping on the gas and asking why the car wasn’t going. Thank god she couldn’t register the fact the car had to be in drive in order to do so, it was still in park. She pouted as I yelled at her to get in the back seat.
Once we got our sandwiches, I tried to feed the drunkest girl but she told me she was allergic to tomatoes; the sandwich had tomatoes in it. I asked her friend if that was true, she confirmed it. I accidentally smeared mayonnaise on the seats as I picked out the tomatoes. At this point, my sober friend and I decided it was hopeless to sober them up. We went back on campus to put them all in my room. That is when the most stressful and entertaining thing happened.
We decided to take the stairwell and I live on the ninth floor. We split in two groups and the first group went up right away. I had to stay behind with my good friend because she had to pee, again. We ended up peeing outside the basement because she claimed she was going to wet her pants. After a long peeing session, I dragged her up the stairs and only went as far as the third floor. My friend fell and I was trying to get her to get up, I looked behind me and saw a DPS guy. My friends and I have a “game”. If we say, “DPS”, it means we have to act as sober as we can. I told my friend, “DPS” but instead of acting sober she rolled around laughing. To my horror the DPS guy picked her up and carried her to a couch on the third floor lobby. At this point I was her best friend because everyone else disappeared, running away from the DPS.
I had to explain the situation and show our IDs. The entire time my friend was all over the couch, talking to the DPS about how much she loved and hated cheerleading. I videotaped her half of the time. After the EMS came and gave me approval to take her to my room and tuck her in bed, I hauled her up to my room and put her in my bed. Instead of going to sleep, she said, “I want to party! Can we go now?” I explained that we couldn’t because she got busted. She claimed she didn’t remember and started crying because she wanted to party. I refused to let her leave the room. The room was full of drunken people on the floor and I was the least drunk person there aside from my sober friend. I was pretty frustrated because I wanted to go to Happyland. I couldn’t, instead I stayed in the room taking care of everyone. The next morning, my friends woke up and didn’t remember anything from the night before. I showed them the videos and got mortified reactions. I found out the craziest thing, no one was actually allergic to tomatoes.
My roommate, Sandy, had her seventeen year old best friend come to stay in our room. I had an old friend from RIT come and stay with us. Sandy’s friend, Roni, was underage so we had to sneak her in the entire weekend. Fortunately we never got caught. Of course, we had to sneak in some alcohol to complete the homecoming experience. I bought some during the day, before the RAs started their bag to bag inspections. After I stocked my refrigerator, Sandy and I welcomed our friends. This was the night before homecoming and we had a party in our room but it was nothing compared to homecoming night.
On the morning of homecoming, my friends and I went to see the football game. Since I am not a fan of football and don’t understand how it is played, I only stayed for an hour-ish. I took a nap until the game was over. My friends and I decided to go to Happyland that night instead of the Bash because it was cheaper. We always pre-party before we go to the actual party but everyone left so early for the actual party except us. We decided to have a designated driver to drive us to an alcohol store and buy more alcohol since we all drank everything that was in my refrigerator the night before. Afterwards we all drank at top of the parking garage next to the Kellogg hotel and got intoxicated quickly, I was handling it the best.
We met some friends on Eighth Street and started walking to Happyland. Half way there a friend realized she forgot her ID so everyone stumbled back to campus. When we got back, I realized two of my friends were already beyond drunk. My sober friend came up with the idea of driving to Subway to get some bread in hopes to sober us up a bit. It all went crazy at Subway.
I stayed in the car with the drunken people. One friend complained she needed to pee badly and Subway has an employee only restroom. I looked around and saw a dumpster in the middle of an empty parking lot. I dragged her there and peed behind the dumpster. As we walked back to the car, she asked me why my extremely drunk friend was in the driver’s seat. I looked and sure enough, the friend was trying to drive and the car was still on. I ran full-speed to the car and yanked the keys out of the ignition. The whole time she was stomping on the gas and asking why the car wasn’t going. Thank god she couldn’t register the fact the car had to be in drive in order to do so, it was still in park. She pouted as I yelled at her to get in the back seat.
Once we got our sandwiches, I tried to feed the drunkest girl but she told me she was allergic to tomatoes; the sandwich had tomatoes in it. I asked her friend if that was true, she confirmed it. I accidentally smeared mayonnaise on the seats as I picked out the tomatoes. At this point, my sober friend and I decided it was hopeless to sober them up. We went back on campus to put them all in my room. That is when the most stressful and entertaining thing happened.
We decided to take the stairwell and I live on the ninth floor. We split in two groups and the first group went up right away. I had to stay behind with my good friend because she had to pee, again. We ended up peeing outside the basement because she claimed she was going to wet her pants. After a long peeing session, I dragged her up the stairs and only went as far as the third floor. My friend fell and I was trying to get her to get up, I looked behind me and saw a DPS guy. My friends and I have a “game”. If we say, “DPS”, it means we have to act as sober as we can. I told my friend, “DPS” but instead of acting sober she rolled around laughing. To my horror the DPS guy picked her up and carried her to a couch on the third floor lobby. At this point I was her best friend because everyone else disappeared, running away from the DPS.
I had to explain the situation and show our IDs. The entire time my friend was all over the couch, talking to the DPS about how much she loved and hated cheerleading. I videotaped her half of the time. After the EMS came and gave me approval to take her to my room and tuck her in bed, I hauled her up to my room and put her in my bed. Instead of going to sleep, she said, “I want to party! Can we go now?” I explained that we couldn’t because she got busted. She claimed she didn’t remember and started crying because she wanted to party. I refused to let her leave the room. The room was full of drunken people on the floor and I was the least drunk person there aside from my sober friend. I was pretty frustrated because I wanted to go to Happyland. I couldn’t, instead I stayed in the room taking care of everyone. The next morning, my friends woke up and didn’t remember anything from the night before. I showed them the videos and got mortified reactions. I found out the craziest thing, no one was actually allergic to tomatoes.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
FYE 5: The Fashion Show
Since homecoming is right around the corner, there are many events associated to it. Last Wednesday, the fourteenth, I went to the Old Jim to watch a fashion show. The show’s purpose was to give us, students, ideas what to wear during the homecoming game, bash, and clubroom. Of course, we were encouraged to wear buff and blue. The amateur models, who were Gallaudet students, would walk down the runway and show off their attire ideas.
Before I entered the Old Jim, everyone was forced to stand outside in the freezing rain for approximately thirty minutes after the show was supposed to start. After I finally went in, warmed up and paid, I was let into the room with the runway in the middle and a bar at the corner. The music was blasting, for a minute there I thought I magically became hearing. My chest was about to be ripped in half. At the bar, there were chocolate kisses and sparkling apple juice in plastic champagne cups for us to take. I grabbed some and found a seat in the back for it was already packed.
The first event was the showing of general buff and blue colored outfits on the models. After that was my favorite part. A woman named Sammi Kriegar gave an energized ASL performance of Rhianna’s Don’t Stop the Music. After that I was fairly glad I went because I was worried about my homework. Later there were two different performances from the dance group, Chaos in Motion. One was belly dancing from two women and another one was a revised dance number of Michael Jackson’s Thriller. They were pretty good.
I had to endure few more awkward runway walks and modeling with some interesting clothes before it was over and I could leave and do my homework. I enjoyed the song and dance performances and watching my friend do his catwalk, other than that it was ok. Now I know to wear buff and blue for homecoming and try to be as creative as I can be with my outfit.
Before I entered the Old Jim, everyone was forced to stand outside in the freezing rain for approximately thirty minutes after the show was supposed to start. After I finally went in, warmed up and paid, I was let into the room with the runway in the middle and a bar at the corner. The music was blasting, for a minute there I thought I magically became hearing. My chest was about to be ripped in half. At the bar, there were chocolate kisses and sparkling apple juice in plastic champagne cups for us to take. I grabbed some and found a seat in the back for it was already packed.
The first event was the showing of general buff and blue colored outfits on the models. After that was my favorite part. A woman named Sammi Kriegar gave an energized ASL performance of Rhianna’s Don’t Stop the Music. After that I was fairly glad I went because I was worried about my homework. Later there were two different performances from the dance group, Chaos in Motion. One was belly dancing from two women and another one was a revised dance number of Michael Jackson’s Thriller. They were pretty good.
I had to endure few more awkward runway walks and modeling with some interesting clothes before it was over and I could leave and do my homework. I enjoyed the song and dance performances and watching my friend do his catwalk, other than that it was ok. Now I know to wear buff and blue for homecoming and try to be as creative as I can be with my outfit.
Youtube video of Rhianna's Don't Stop the Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsRWpK4pf90
Sunday, October 11, 2009
FYE 4
This week I did not go to any workshops or anything like that. I stayed in my room all week and weekend, doing homework and sleeping. Although, on Friday I did do something that certainly was an experience for me. Growing up I never celebrated fictional holiday figures, such as Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, etc. It was the same for Halloween. My parents believed they distracted people from the true purpose of the holidays, which is Jesus. So for the last eighteen years I’ve never celebrated Halloween, until now.
I’ve always looked at Halloween as a fun holiday, a holiday that has nothing to do with Satan like my parents believe. I told my parents I was going to do Halloween this year, they were expecting it so they didn’t mind so much. My roommate, Sandy, is completely crazy and obsessed with Halloween, so she told me about this Halloween store, Spirit. I went there on Friday the ninth with another friend, Jessy. We went on the metro to Friendship Heights. When we got off, we had no idea where the store was so we managed to get a ride from a security officer. He dropped us off few blocks from the store and gave simple directions. When I finally entered the store I felt like a little, excited kid.
Since the costume I was going to buy is my first, I decided to make it a bit different. I decided to go with a Wednesday Addams outfit. I love the Addams family and Wednesday is my favorite character. I managed to find a Wednesday costume but it was a bit too slutty for me so I ended up buying a simple black dress with a white collar. I grabbed a black, braided wig, a black and white striped legging, and a white face cream.
I bought it all then went back to my dorm room and put it all on. I was too excited to wait another three weeks. Right after I put it all on, I called my family on the video phone. To my surprise, they all loved my costume. They all were laughing and saying I really looked like Wednesday. Now all I need is to buy a doll and cut its head off. Wednesday had a headless doll named Marie Antoinette. Buying my first Halloween costume was the only exciting event I had this week. Just wait until Halloween, I’ll be going crazy. 
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