I have never been very invested in Halloween. I think I was raised with a bias against such things by a rather pious mother. (I also grew up disliking The Emperor's New Groove and Harry Potter 6 and 7.) Also I am lazy. First of all, brainstorming costumes takes effort. Second of all, actually making and wearing a costume? Soooo much work.
In my defense: I started thinking about Halloween in July (of last year, and started this blog post last year, and am finishing it almost a year later). I don't know if I can really call what I did "preparing" for Halloween because I was not thinking of costumes and drawing out plans of what I would wear or how I could look.
What happened was that I was bored on a Saturday afternoon. What I did was make up paranormal valentines with my roommate. Paranormal being the Halloween related part. Ingredients that went into this misadventure: me, my roommate, the fact that we'd been in our apartment too long, the fact that we'd known each other for too long, pen and paper.
Indulge me.
We began with poor puns:
The Mummy: "I'm all wrapped up in you."
The Ghost: "My love for you is transparent."
The Werewolf: "You bring out the animal in me."
