Halloween and "Individuality day"

Alright so Halloween was yesterday. My brother's scout troop was hosting this "Halloween walk" with hotdogs. Literally the only reason I entered was because of the hotdogs; but then I realized I was tricked into getting exercise. I remember some kid left their MacDonalds small fries at a table and I was so tempted to nick off with them and scoff the lot because I was hungry and I hadn't had dinner yet. I wasn't stopped by morals, but because I have these removable braces to fix my overbite and it would be too much of a hassle to take them out just to eat a couple of fries. It started to rain right as we started the walk. It was dry all day and Dad told my brother not to bring an umbrella for this one reason. You can imagine he took the piss out of that.

So it was dark and muddy. My brother and I were rambling on about deltarune and OMORI (he wasn't that interested when I started ranting on how I almost got killed just trying to find Basil in the vast forest.) We were walking to this grassy bit where there were these paper laminated ghosts chilling on fences and trees. At this point we were soaked: my waterproof coat said "screw it!" and decided to let the water seep through my hoodie. Then this boy in a store bought iron man costume, who was about 10 or something, started complaining to us on how he's been stuck outside setting this all up for an hour. When walking back we talked about random stuff like the specs of the original 3 iphones and how the healthcare system sucks in America. I swear to god he said he wanted to be a doctor and started listing all the A levels he was going to pick. He hadn't even finished primary school! I never learned his name, but I remember he asked me what my costume was as it was just me in my long black winter coat with a hockey stick. So I came up with this genius explanation that I am "a stereotypical lesbian carrying a hockey stick who sometimes has homicidal thoughts." He then asked what a lesbian was. I didn't go into depth, I said it was "when a girl likes a girl" and he said "k" and went back to talking about nerd things. 

When we finally got back to the scout hut we had hotdogs. I ran to the office chair with wheels while the boy inched along to the stool next to the heater.

"I've been standing for so long I physically can't stand anymore" he said.

I had 2 hotdogs, and was going to get a 3rd one, only to realize that it came from a jar. With this new found knowledge that hotdogs are gherkins, I sat there waiting to be able to go. I had to make a presentation for school tomorrow and I had to wash my greasy hair and I was in the middle of watching a YouTube video. The boy took the office chair and me and my brother sat on the bench as generic party games played. There was also a toddler who kept screwing things around; but they were cute so we all let them stay. Then we left and nothing interesting happened that night. I realized though that I wouldn't have enough time that night to make my PowerPoint so I would make it before school this morning. 

I made it on ducks.

I had limited time, but I managed to piece something together. The presentation had to be something about your culture or your hobbies or whatever made you an individual. The only problem with being a white person where both of your parents come from Britain, is that there's not much to talk about in culture as you can just simply step outside and experience it there. Like how the person who sits next to me in Computer Science words it "I don't want to sound rude, but you don't really have any culture." And hobbies is out of the question as I don't really like to talk about myself that way much for fear of sounding narcissistic (and yes I know this blog is literally about me, but you don't see me going "here's the top 5 reasons you should follow me on twitter" as I don't like to advertise myself and even when I do, like in the sci-fi rairoboska trailer it was really hard for me to take it seriously in fear that I would set expectations too high.) So my autistic ass made it about the different types of ducks like dabbling ducks and stiff feathered ducks.

We had to come in "clothes that represent you or your culture" so I just came in my jeans and my 2nd favorite hoodie as my favorite was still wet. My original plan was to come in a duck costume like this: