Clarity

Still October

Halloween around here is creepy as ever. All the houses have to have their decorations up. At least a jack-o-lantern, or they are fined. 

Fined for not being in a Halloween spirit. 

I like Halloween. It gives me an excuse to wear something I'd never wear. This year I am going to dress up as a normal teenager. It should be interesting. 

Megan thinks it's a stupid idea, but I think it's brilliant. If people ask me what I am when we go out, I can reply with a normal teenager. 

That is if I can find words to tell them what I am. 

Noah thinks it's weird, and thinks I should be a part of their costume. They are going as the characters from the Toy Story movies. If I did do it, I would be Barbie. 

None of the girls want to be Barbie. I thought Kenzie would jump on that bandwagon. 

I too, do not want to be Barbie. I also don't want to be Barbie because Austin is Ken. Megan refuses to be Barbie. She's the dinosaur. 

My mom let me keep my dog, and his name is Sawyer. I named him another character in Huckleberry Finn, because I thought it would be funny. Noah finds it cute that I made my huge dog part of his love for Mark Twain.

Sawyer is going out with us, and he's going to be the horse in Toy Story, Bullseye. 

Sawyer is a really sweet dog, I love him. He's part St. Bernard, and some other huge breed, I'm sure. He's as big as me when he stands on his back legs. When I come home from school, he's waiting for me inside. 

Noah's dad thinks the dog is a good thing for me. He told my mom it will help me in social interaction. People will approach me because of Sawyer, and it is less pressure to talk to them, since they will be asking about my dog. 

No one in town has ever seen Sawyer before. He didn't have a collar, or tags, or a microchip or anything. He was fine when Noah clipped him with his truck. He had some bruises I'm sure, but he was fine. 

My mom doesn't really like him. He eats a lot, he thinks he's a lap dog, he sleeps on the furniture, and he gets filthy all the time.

Megan is afraid of him. She's afraid of all dogs. Even the little ones. I bet she's peeing her pants from fright thinking about going around with the dog tonight. 

I'm kind of excited to have plans on Halloween with people, instead of DVD's. 

Noah told me if Kenzie wants to go home at around ten or so, we could have a scary movie marathon until dawn. 

I don't like scary movies that much, but he does. We will probably watch really stupid horror films from the seventies with werewolves. I will still hide in my blankets, either way.  

Noah enjoys movies. Noah enjoys people. I hope Kenzie doesn't go home, because then I won't be tortured with scary movies for ten hours. 

I could fall asleep ten minutes into the first one though. If all else fails, I will go to sleep on purpose, and if Noah wakes me up, I will be very upset. 

We're going to actually go trick or treating. We're taking a couple kids that Megan baby sits, and some of their friends with us. 

She babysits three kids, and they're the aliens from Toy Story. I think they do this every year. It would make sense because it seems like they do. 

People in small towns are weird. 

I've also learned most of the teenagers drink and smoke weed for entertainment. I would think they would read, or something.