  So basically, last night held extreme potential for being a huge, awful flop. Megan's party was canceled last-minuet due to her parents recent revelation that she is, indeed, a pot head. It was FIFTEEN degrees so there was even the possibility of trick-or-treating, also because I look twenty years old-- no respectable parents would give me candy. So, consumed in a cloud of disappointment, Robin and I made our dasterly plans. We would put off the marijuana-rite-of-passage for another time, preferably one where G-Dogg is again present and parents are not. We treated the brave souls who ventured out in the freezing temperature.
Best costumes goes to a white, suburban eight-year-old dressed as Jimi Hendrix. We decided to go downtown and mill around there, which proved to be pretty fun. We saw Scary Movie 3, and it sucked as I expected it to. We then did the ceremonial window shop for lingerie, which is hilarious because I am neither sexually active nor well-endowed. Some of that stuff is just so unbelievable. Where is a modern-day use for garters?
We concluded that we need jobs, and I am all for this. I need a steady income about as badly as I need a boyfriend. We talked to some guys Robin knows from Somewhere, who were extremely flirtatious as well as funny. The rest of the night was spent watching The Matric Reloaded and having a typical girl's-night conversation: "Keanu Reeves is sexy. " "Yah, but not so much with sort hair. " "Yah.
" "Yah. " "Wait, why is he wearing a dress? " "I think that's just his coat. " "Oh. " "Yah. ' "He's still pretty hot.
" "Yah. " "Yah. " We then listened to music, but good music that made us happy. "Sad and happy at the same time. "- Robin Good times. Affectionately... Anna 
