Two months worth of shit to catch up on? I've got to update this thing more often

I'm a vampire.  I have fangs and everything.

Now I'm a witch, with my awesome wings and tights and shoes and Lolita-esque dress.

     That being said, I was a vampire for Halloween.  Kind of.  I went to Salem with J (I’ll just call him that, for now) the weekend before Halloween, so we could dress up and walk around and experience the Halloween vibe without dealing with the shit show that Salem is on actual Halloween.  I wore my red heels, and we walked around a ton, and there was this little carnival area that had a couple rides, and he held my bag while I went on them, because I love rides.  They had an Egyptian-themed pirate ship, a pirate-themed bus ride thing?  All the seats are in a row, and it moves in a big circle...some fairs have that type of thing and it’s a bus, ok?  They also had a knock-off Matterhorn, and a zero gravity ride, where you’re all strapped into the edge of a drum-like thing that moves in a circle and slowly transitions from flat to sideways.  And they had a merry-go-round, which I went on because, fun, and because it used up my tickets.  There was a girl there dressed as Maleficent, from the Angeline Jolie movie.  And she was young Maleficent, all brown with these brutal horns and huge wings.  It was awesome.  And we went in Harrison’s, this cool comic book store, and we got Butter Beer (Butterscotch cream soda) from a street vendor.  And we went to Beer Works and got these cute things that were four little beers on a paddle-shaped chalkboard.  It was super fun.  I’ve never been to Salem in October before this year, and I actually had gone with one of my co-workers earlier in the month.
    But I made a fatal mistake.  I wore my heels all day long.  My feet were on fire by the end of the day.  I brought other shoes, but of course I was a dingle and left them in the car.  I ended up with these horrible blisters, and both of my big toes hurt like hell and were really bruised.  It also turned out that I had a blister underneath my right big toe, which then separated my nail from the toe, a little bit.  This past Friday, I was able to pull most of it off, and there’s a really thin new nail growing in.  I was just so afraid it would catch on my sock or something and pull itself out unsafely, making a painful, bloody mess.
    On actual Halloween, J and I went to Dave and Buster’s.  I dressed up as a witch, with fun orange and black tights and witchy shoes and spiderweb wings.  And I was smart enough to bring different shoes in with me.  We had a ton of fun, and it was nice cuz it was a Saturday and there weren’t that many people there.  I stayed over at his apartment that night, and when we got home we ate junk food, which we had previously planned because neither of us really eats junk food anymore.  Well, I do here and there, but he seriously almost never does.  It was cool, and sleep cuddling was cool.
    Which brings me to...we are officially together!  I guess that was a big question mark I had in my last post.  It didn’t go as smoothly as I thought it would, but it obviously ended fine.  While we were having this decidedly less-than-romantic conversation, he mentioned that he still misses home and wants to go back, clearly worried about me not being from “home.”  I told him that if we were together and he wanted to go home, I would go with him.  Which is true.  If he loves me and thinks we have a future together, I will most certainly go with him.  Most of my social interaction takes place online, anyway, and it’s cheap enough to come back to MA for a weekend or something if I fly Spirit.  And it’ll put me a little closer to the West Coast and all my homies out there. :)
    Whether or not we get to that point, I’m happy with him.  He makes me feel good and smart and pretty, and we joke with each other a lot.  He’s into cuddling, and he’s introducing me to shows he likes.  He even let me help him make dinner when I went over there recently, which helps my confidence.  A lot of what he does for me helps my confidence.  I’m trying to do the same for him, and I hope I’m succeeding.
    Right now he’s home for Thanksgiving.  He left Friday afternoon and comes back on the 1st.  I saw him Thursday night, which was kind of sad, but I held it in.  I know he’s not doing it to hurt me or get away from me or anything like that.  I just wish I could have gone with him, because I want to get out of here for a little while, and I hate Thanksgiving.  I know that the holiday will happen no matter where I am, but it would be nice to not be forced to clean my entire house and spend all my free time this week cooking stuff I don’t know how to cook (which means teetering on a panic attack while my mom gives me looks for not knowing what I’m doing), and have all of those dishes be dishes I don’t like.  It would be nice to have people know virtually nothing about me, and maybe be interested in what I had to say.  Maybe someday.
    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about butterfly effect-type stuff.  Like how every decision we’ve ever made, no matter how insignificant we may think it is, has led us to this moment.  Like, what would be different if I had stayed blonde two years ago, instead of going back to red?  Stuff like that.  When people ask, “If you could do it all again, would you do it differently?” Only if I knew that certain things would stay the same.  We’re also assuming a level of memory skill that I don’t have, but saying you could remember exactly how things went, no, I wouldn’t change anything, unless I had a guarantee that some things would be the same.  I feel incredibly lucky to know the people I know, and to have J in my life.
    It’s kind of funny, I wouldn’t have met him at all if I hadn’t made an impulse decision.  My summer started with a J and ended with a J (same exact name).  I met a guy at the graduation party of a friend of mine from the theater, who actually ended up working where I work now, before she went to Europe to teach English for a year.  This guy, J#1, flirted with me and danced with me the whole night, but then wasn’t interested in me.  So, out of spite, I set up an Ok Cupid account.  And of course, there was the whole mess with the Drummer, after which, out of spite, I re-set up my Ok Cupid account.  So, if I had just done what I normally do when I get rejected, and retreated into my shell and sulked, I wouldn’t know J.  And I do find it funny that they have the same name.
    Work has been a little rough lately, but I’m getting into a groove, and other than that bump in the road, I’ve felt comparatively very good lately.  It’s very encouraging, and I hope it keeps up.
    Last, random note: I have an appointment tomorrow with the allergist.  I’ll be getting updated skin testing, along with a renewed prescription for my Epi Pen, and I’m going to ask about allergy shots.  I will likely be very itchy and tired tomorrow night, but hopefully it’ll be worth it.