This halloween was probably the most fun I've ever had before, including all my younger years when i would get candy. (I don't really care for candy anymore, it hurts my teeth now). Usually i didn't know what costumes to wear and my friends would ignore me and stuff and I'd sit home all depressed. Apparently i just had to wait almost 30 years to have a good time on halloween.

So the halloween fun started a week before, i borrowed my friend's razor scooter at school and scooted around campus in fursuit. It was AWESOME. People didn't know what to think, and a lot of time they pretended to ignore me. I got a kick out of looking into classrooms and messing up the professor's flow, eventually having the whole class look at me, and then running away. I even just straight-up walked into a few classrooms and then ran out when people noticed me. I also scooted through the library and the cafeteria, leaving nothing but confused yammering. One girl ran up to me and screamed "OH MY GOD! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!" Making someone that happy is something i rarely do. Usually i make people cry with my terrible attitude.

Then thursday there was a halloween dance. If anyone told me 5 years before i'd be at a community college halloween dance having a blast, i'd tell them they were nuts. But there i was, busting a move on the dance floor in suit and hitting on girls as a squirrel/wolf thing. I was even in the middle of one of those dance circles with people yelling "go furry" busting A MOVE (i can't really dance yet, but I'm getting there). The DJ was okay, he did a lot of shitty mashups though. I got my angry friend to go, he dressed up like a whoopi cushion.

Friday, i was at a Philadelphia hipster party. Not as fun, i wish i had skipped it for another party. The people were weirded out by me, they kept asking who i was. I only knew two people there, so i couldn't really tell them who i was. i didn't do anything to stop them from getting weirded out either, i would just talk nonsense to them. Apparently philly hipsters don't know what to make of fursuits. Perhaps they don't know what to make of anything.

Saturday, party at my house which was basically just screaming until 3am, thank god my neighbors didn't complain. I thought the snow would deter people from coming, but they came. They came JUST the same. My goal at this party was to intermingle my furry friends with my human friends. It didn't really work that great, but it was still fun as fuck.

Monday is halloween, i didn't go to class in suit which i deeply regret, but i was sort of burnt out and i showed up 10 minutes late. After class i suited a little bit and played accordion for people, which resulted in a giant pirate dance pit in the computer lab. Then i just walked around and sort of harassed people. I don't know, i think people were kind of burnt out from the weekend, no one really reacted to me in any significant way.

I love fursuiting, i love confusing people, freaking them out, making them happy. Whatever! I'm glad I'm so audacious, 3 or 4 years ago i would have never fursuited in public like this. Every year i give less of a fuck about things! By the time I'm 65 i won't even wear clothes any more.

Conclusion:
1. Hipsters don't know what to think of fursuits.
2. Ghetto people love fursuits
3. Girls love fursuits
4. Colleges are a perfect place to fursuit
5. Fursuing with a razor scooter is IDEAL
6. Furries are not afraid of snow
7. Most people don't know what a furry is, so don't be afraid to wear your fursuit on halloween.

No one yelled "Yiff in hell furfag" to me, no one accused me of fucking in my suit, my college friends all think the costume is great. I didn't get jumped by thugs. Everything was fine. Fuck, I wish halloween was still here.

Can't wait till next year.