Here is a simple list of good scary films to watch on halloween if your looking to get scared or just want to have some fun.Why 11? Cuz I watch the Nostalgia Critic too much.

1.)Halloween 1978
2.)Halloween II 1981
3.)Poltergeist
4.)Trick R Treat
5.)The Thing
6.)The Gate
7.)Exorcist
8.)Alien
9.)The Descent
10.)Phantasm II
11.)IT

*hums silver shamrock*
God that song is annoying but catchy...
I'm all excited for halloween.Abit on the edge of my stuff getting to me beforehand.I got my gigantic platform boots that make the ground shake when I walk XD.
My hood mask and hockey mask as you may have seen I have been having a blast with.This is the sort of shit I dreamed of as a kid of getting to be.The man in the monster suit.Wearing that kickass suit or mask you would see on tv late at night or at a special haunted house attraction.

I ran out of money for a full costume(mainly the pants and a proper torn shirt) and I got two more pieces on the way.I just hope they make it in time.The machete I commissioned didn't turn out exactly what I wanted and now I got an email saying it might be held up at customs or lost in the mail =_=.Terrific.

Today I audition for another play called Lend me a Tenor,as the current one I'm in opens on the first week of November.Halloween is gunna be a busy week for me!

Yeah it's my birthday.I've turned 22 and I wish I could feel more excited about it.I remember as a kid I would literately scratch off the date on the calender a month in advance,anticipating the gifts I would get.It was so fun.

Now it feels more depressing and hollow to me.I don't really have anything material I can ask for off hand(without the stuff becoming triple digits expensive) and I usually spend it alone.None of my friends ever talk to me anymore and have all moved on so I just have my family and my msn people.So in the end,it feels like just something not worth getting hyped about.

But anyway...probably going to go out for chinese.I hope my Ed Wood dvd I ordered comes today.

This is a really wierd dream I am typing while its still fresh in my mind.It makes me think of a cross between The Thing and the mind of David Cronnberg.Anyway,here it goes...

Starts off a semi normal dream.Theirs a meeting for this drama theater club going on.All old members that had moved on come back for this little get together.Everyone's chatting having a good time.I'm among them sitting beside the owner who is a really fat looking guy.In my dream this place had a kitchen with cooks in the next room like a restaurant so people were ordering food and having it made.The owner guys says he's on a diet and won't eat,but as time goes on he starts to lose his nerve and then disappears for a few moments,and comes out with his secret stash of food.

A pile of pancakes with smarties in one hand,with stacks of pizza's on the other.We eventually finish up eating as he is still pigging away at his food.One of the other members brings up a topic how he'd like to buy this prop off him to use in his magic shows.The owner stops eating and begins to argue that he should go back to acting and use it in his own plays,because he felt that was its only purpose.They argue some more,which is when I started to notice something wrong.He kept talking as if he was losing his proper hearing,not hearing people talking as he kept arguing long after we stopped talking.But eventually he folded,letting the guy take it and went back to stuffing his face with the carbohydrates.

I started to get worried watching him eat,as as he continued shoving mounds of food down his throat his hair started to go white,green and red leaking from his nose,his eyes bulging,and his skin beginning to go a dark pink.This is when my dream vision switched to another member,looking at his wife who distracted him long enough to grab his food and leave with it.

She started bitching to me how disgusting her husband is and how she hates him,as we take the food into this gigantic freezer.But that's when things got fucked up..

Inside the freezer was this gigantic looking TV,made out of concrete.It didn't have a screen but was FILLED to the brim with an infinite supply of fatty foods,seemingly grown from from this yellow slime leaking out of the thing.That their was something on the other side that was MAKING and supplying this food and putting it in.Something was in that TV,behind all the food.This is when I freaked out and started to back out.Suddenly my cell phone in my pocket started to melt,pulling it out as that same yellow slime was bubbling out of it.I turned to run and the floor itself began to warp into quicksand,moving like waves keeping me from the door.I grabbed onto the knob until a long sticky string of that yellow slime grabbed me by the throat,yanking me back into the room as the door slammed shut.

And that is when I woke up.Thoughts?

One last moment of silence for the king of Pop.The boy who never grew up and achieved all of his dreams.He became the best and more,he became a loving father,and he shared that love he never had as a child with the rest of the world.
It was easy too pass him off as the frankenstien's monster to the crowd because of his wierdess and oddball moves.But who else could have done the moonwalk,dance with the dead,or bring people together just by the power of his singing.I admit,I always got a good laugh out of the jokes about him but I never once ever believed Michael was a bad person or hurt anyone,even if many other people disagreed with me.

I got up early and watched half of the memorial service and it really is a tragedy.He gave everything to us....his music,his soul,and even his money.Nobody will ever be able to be the next 'king of Pop'.Nobody else will have such a kind gentle soul of a child that never grew up.

Michael...in death you became that last secret dream of yours.You really did become Peter Pan.

Goodbye...and thank you.