Hallows.

i have no idea where this is from. it is of no relevance but i like it.

The Year(s?) Without a Halloween
(a memoir)

Jessica, a career-confused blonde twenty-year-old of the quiet variety, loved Halloween. She loved to dress up and do crazy makeup, and this year she already had a costume all picked out. But Halloween time neared and our protagonist couldn't seem to catch a break. All of her exams piled up and she became very, very stressed. "Oh no," she exclaimed. "Something tells me this next weekend may just have to suck." And she was right. She spent Friday night alone in her lab in the Widtsoe building building organic models of tetrahydrofuran in preparation for her organic chemistry exam. She passed out in her Snuggie sometime around two AM and awoke at eight on Saturday morning to study for two hours before taking the aforementioned exam. At ten she made her merry way to the testing center. The sky was bright and warm and both her hair and the car radio were less staticky than usual. The testing center people swiped her card and let her in. Five hours later, she fell out of the testing center into the cold, dark rain after subjecting herself to a twelve-page deluge of organic reactions she couldn't have dreamed up, let alone explain. So much for studying. Exhausted and frustrated, she drove to Bajio and got a salad (high point), then crashed at her house to write an intense linguistics research paper, which she finished around eleven p.m. She was lucky enough to finally make it out to join her friends around that time and watch a funny movie with them (high point). But she never even got to put on a costume and it was as if Halloween never happened. And then she thought into the future and realized that Halloween wouldn't happen for her until 2013, because she's pretty sure missionaries don't get to dress up and wear crazy makeup.

The End.