Ahoy, Mateys!

  I have brought out the leaf-background for a reason: Summer is almost over (unfortunately), and this means that fall is coming. 
  Personally, I like fall. I would like it more if I wasn't forced to sit in a crappy desk in a crappy classroom in a crappy school--but that's another rant. Er, post, I mean. What I'm trying to say is, I will certainly like fall even more once I graduate high school because I'm certainly not going to college and nobody can make me--
  Another rant. I know.
  MY POINT HERE IS THAT I LIKE FALL. A LOT. AND A HUGE PART OF THAT IS BECAUSE I LOVE HALLOWEEN. 
  I love trick-or-treating. Sure, it's more exercise than I usually get in a year, but it's got free candy. Plus, I am into all things spooky because I am strange like that. So that's just even more fun. 
  I turned sixteen a few months ago, and my parents believe that means I need to stop trick-or-treating. This was sprung upon me as we were in the car riding to Wal-Mart this past weekend and I commented on how I didn't know what I was going to be for Halloween this year. 
  What, you expected me to just stay home and go with it? Pug no. My brother didn't want to go, and my parents, you know, are tired and everything, so I announced that I would strike out on my own, or with some of my friends depending on where they'll be that day. I never really know with those people. Some have like eight families, others are in activities and stuff...But whatever. 
  While we were in there, I wandered around, looking for costume ideas (I'm not going to give up an arm and a leg to buy a costume I'm only going to wear once when I can make one out of clothes I have or can wear over and over again.). I found it, too, in this black-and-white striped cami: I'm going to be a pirate with my black gauchos, that shirt, a Leif Garrett-esque bandanna, and some rockin' black leather boots. 
  Then my dad decided he didn't want me walking around our "apartment community" (those words always need to be parenthesized) alone at night dressed as a pirate, so if I can't round up a cre of my friends (*giggle* pirate joke) and my half-sister and cousins can't come, then he's going with me--walking at least four feet behind me at all times. AT LEAST. 
  Pirate crew, where art thou? All over the dang county.
  Now, where can I find a parrot...?