Last night had to have been one of the most disturbing nights of my life. Mainly because I was partially confronted with a very dramatic scene. In very teenage fashion, I was up at about one in the morning, typing my arse off to meet a deadline. Anyway, while procrastinating – even at that hour – when I was met with the most horrendous scream. Here’s where it began.

Before I knew it, the couple who lives on the floor above me were having a screaming match. I couldn’t make out the words, but the volume gave you a distinct feel of what was going on. The woman was the most upset, screaming to her heart’s content, while the male was only shouting; that was, until there was one loud bang, to which I predicted that he was responsible. Then came the sobs. The woman cried something awful up until about half four in the morning – mixed in with some screaming, now and again. 

While listening to all of this, I couldn’t help but feel like my insides were churning. After all, what does one do in that situation? When I came out to ask my family if they heard it, they gave a negative reply and made me realise that my room was possibly one of the few places you could hear the scene, as they had mostly confined it to one spot. So what do you do? I definitely couldn’t sleep after that, tossing and turning for most of the night, still remembering the piercing sound of the woman’s cry. 

I apologise for starting with such a negative subject, but one of the worst things in the world to remember is that it’s such a sh*t place to live in. So what I’m trying to do is cheer you up with a few short things. Sadly, the previous night has made me insanely tired, so dedicating myself to one concept may prove to become difficult.

Halloween. What fun times. I had never really celebrated Halloween much back in the UK, since the areas around me were slightly dodgy, but before this one I have had two experiences of Halloween.

1) When I was about four, I went trick or treating as Snow White. A man dressed as a wolf informed me that he wanted to eat me. It was safe to say I was scarred for a number of years. 
2) Last year, I went to discovery bay as a chavvy school girl. OK, so I wore my old uniform and scraped my hair back. But you never know how much effort people are going to put into their costumes. After seeing other peoples, I felt quite bad for my lack of effort.

So this year, I decided to go all out.  Although the aim was to be a circus curator with a little ‘va va voom’, I ended up being a show girl. And I was quite excited about it. I found some fish net stockings with the garters and all and even had a little hat I had picked up with in Italy. When I tried it on in front of the mirror, I was quite pleased with myself. I even did the make up and everything. And, most importantly, all problem areas had been dealt with, so I felt I could walk around in piece. That was, until I realised the fatal flaw:

I would have to wear this in public.

Showing most of your thigh may not cause any problems when you’re modelling your outfit in front of the mirror, but it’s quite different when you have to walk past your family and lots of little children to get to your cab. Fortunately, my great uncle John – who is now in his eighties – is a gordie and didn’t take any offence in it.  And the children seemed fine to. It was the parents, at this point. It took a lot of waiting until one of them got the courage to be civil with me and not give that look that says, ‘You better not encourage my six-year-old to have intercourse,’ which I just think ruins the whole spirit of this holiday. You’re supposed to encourage everyone to have intercourse.

So the night went on, and some positive encouragement helped me stay pretty much on balance – despite the one person who I knew who laughed. While momentarily offended, I recalled the fact that I laugh at time after almost every time we meet, so I went on. On the experience, I once again learnt that none of you actually plan to live, by the amounts of candy you received. And apparently most of the candy was gone by the time we actually began. Shocker!

On my final note on Halloween, I’m looking for a Hermione Granger for next year. I’ve got a Harry, a role I’ve taken on, and a Ron, but the final people I asked wanted to be Draco and Dumbledore, as opposed to Hermione. If you are interested, don’t speak up since I probably didn’t have you in mind. Just kidding… Perhaps. 

So I actually ended up wanting to round this blog up quite quickly – do forgive me. One more things I want to do though is recommend two songs to you, because I’m pretty much addicted to them. 

1) Heartache Tonight – Michael Bublé
2) Let’s Give Them Something To Talk About – Bonnie Raitt.

Aim For Next Week: Give a hug to someone. Even just hearing that argument made me want to crawl into someone’s arms.  You know how much I want to promote love on this, and today’s no different. 

P.S The man’s begun shouting again, and It’s mid day. Get moving, huggers!