Halloween is a big thing.
I wish it happened more than once a year, since it is not often you get to wear ridiculous costumes to class, to parties, and to suburban Binghamton.

Which is why, this past weekend, I have been dancing singing and generally being silly inside a yellow spray painted Sodexo cardboard box with one eyehole (there was an eyepatch on the other to cover a bad cutting job) a little too low for comfort. Yes, it is incredibly impractical to go dancing in a large cardboard box with absolutely no vision or sense of what’s around you, but hey, again, this chance comes about once a year.

Around me were lots of pirates, vampires, and hippies, apparently this year’s flavors, cats, demons, cowboys and cowgirls, quite a few Where the Wild Things Are Maxs, a good number of Heath Ledger’s Jokers, and approximately one Sandy Cheeks.

The unique thing about Halloween this year is that it happened on a Saturday. Several people dressed up on Friday, even to class, and many had different costumes for Saturday. After recovering my battered box after Friday night, I did what was best for Spongebob. I sprayed his sides white, Sharpied blood all over him, and stuck his jellyfish net through his head.

Post-Halloween, Zombie Pirate Spongebob now functions as a side table in my room.

F is For Friends Who Do Stuff Together
U is For U and Me
N is For Nywhere and Nytime Down in the Deep Blue Sea!
-Spongebob

Catch Joey K, Apprentice Word Puncher, on Mondays and every other Thursday when he’s not trying to find a new way to procrastinate