Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

Halloween night was much too long. I was was running on 4 hours of restless sleep, my allergies made me feel like a floating head, and my eyes were swelling out of it's sockets. We cruised around, for the longest time pumpkin hunting and my friend got a gun pulled on him because he thought bikes were cooler than pumpkins. Not even a big deal. Buzz kill though. But that's okay. We met up with more peeps and used another car, continued the pumpkin picking, listened to terrible loud rap music, and then smashed our vegetables into walls and on the ground. It was a big mess in poor someone's parking lot.

This juvenile delinquency doesn't give me the excitement it used to. It was actually kind of annoying. I just wanted to sleep. It was 6 am before my head was able to hit a pillow. I don't even think that the pumpkin smashing was that amusing even though it was the highlight of the night. Actually, it was the ridiculous music that I happened to listen to. Maybe late night delirium got to me, but I found two songs just absolutely hilarious and could not stop the chuckle I get inside every time I think about it. It was pretty much a Mad Lib of "I got ____, I got ballz..." I got hoes, I got ballz. I got pumpkins, I got ballz. No education, I got ballz. Piece of shit, but I got ballz... (improv)

Still makes life interesting. Before the night was over, someone asked me, "How do you put up with us boys?" How indeed. They're savages. That's all I've really experienced though. I never was able to have a female that was close enough to call a good friend. And it's not to say that I don't try. It's sad.

Today was kind of nice though. I slept until about 4 pm and was finally able to spend some quiet time alone. I did watch the Texas v. Texas Tech game though. It was intense; we lost by a touchdown with one second left on the clock. Tech was penalized twice for crowd conduct because those Raiders flooded the field before that second was up and a few superfluous kicks later, we officially lost our number on spot and perfect season. Good times.

Alone time is taken for granted.