Just letting you guys know that today's Halloween.

In my family this is a pretty notorious day. Up to now, I've had many strange and unlucky occurences on October the 31st (and hopefully I'm not the only one). Just getting into a looooong monologue, guys - be warned!

I still remember many of the bad things that happened to me on Halloween, or prior to that day. When I was really young (like about 5 or 6), I was trick-or-treating with a bunch of friends, and we were running all over the neighboorhood in hopes of getting some good candy. Apparently, I was the slowest runner in my group. And then...

Well, let's just say that my friends decided to run really fast. Because they were so eager. For candy and whatnot. And the thing that happened was that just as my friends ran past a house owned by some cranky old woman, she immediately went out of the house to see what was going on. And since I was the slowest runner, she apparently thought that I was the one making all of the noise. And she was NOT happy, believe me. She scolded me like crazy. She said crazy things that a 5 year-old could not comprehend. My parents then ate most of my candy when I got home, because they thought that "you might get cavities, you know". It sucked!

Another time that I had something bad happen to me was a few days (or weeks, I don't really remember this much) prior to Halloween. I was about 7. My dad had decided to take my brother and I to a car show. We were like, crazy excited. When we got there, we picked up every brochure and pamphlet of every car we could find (just to impress Mom, you know?).

I still remember how this happened.

My brother had decided to check out a really big, decked out SUV (and if I can still remember, it was a Ford). He climbed into it, and of course, I sat in the passenger seat. Once we checked out every inch of the interior, my brother left the car. I followed.

And just as I exited the vehicle, and before I closed the door, I realized that I forgot my pamphlets and stuff inside the car in the passenger seat. Being the strange 7 year-old I was, I thought it would be safe to try to get the pamphlets right before the door closed. So I tried that. And I felt the worst lash of pain ever. The door had slammed and sandwiched my fingers, and I screamed at the top of my undeveloped vocal cords.

Thing was, I was screaming for my brother to open the door. But my brother apparently left. So I was here, screaming my butt off, trying to get someone's attention so they could open the door and save my fingers from falling off. My dad eventually came, and the employee in charge of the location tried to "make up for it" by giving me a piece of Milky Way and an air freshener (those things always gave me a headache). The weirdest thing was, was that the moon was orange that day. It was weird.

This unfortunate event happened when I was probably in 3rd grade, so I was probably about 8 when this happened. If I recall, this was some time after Halloween. My mom was ironing clothes and decided to take a break. Except she didn't turn off the ironing machine thing (still don't know what they're called). Of course, I wasn't aware of that, and so I decided to touch the metal piece on the bottom so I could put it away. One of the worst decisions I had ever made. It burned my finger (of course) and it took forever to heal. Sometime later that year, I burned my finger trying to turn off a lamp - I was trying to locate the knob and instead ran my fingers straight onto the lightbulb. Utter suckage!

This particular event happened when I was in 6th grade, so I was about 11. This happened on the day of Halloween. I was using my brother's laptop. I had to type an essay, and so I was typing like crazy (because it was due the day after). And apparently, somehow, one of the keys fell right off. If I remember correctly, it was the "F" key. It flew off, leaving the exposed rubber pad underneath. I knew that if my dad saw this, he'd be pretty angry, saying that "you aren't responsible for other people's things" or "you're so hardheaded".

My mom had already seen what happened, and I knew that when my dad came back from work, she'd tell him. So I was working frantically trying to put the key back on. And miraculously - it worked after a whole half hour of trying to put it back on! Coincidence?!

I still remember this one. In 7th grade, I decided to play as Solid Snake for Halloween. But since the cash flow was pretty weak, I thought that it would be cool to be a box for Halloween - because Snake hides in it a lot, so why not be a box?

So I did that.

Thing was, people started kicking the box and began trying to stuff me inside, and steal it and stuff like that. It was ridiculous - because I was trying to move around in the box, and it's hard when there's a 100 pound kid trying to sit on it making you do a piggyback ride with a box. Wasn't all bad though - people actually liked the costume. Except the guy who said that I owed him Hot Cheetos; he wasn't happy at all.

Well, that's all I remember. My series of unfortunate events on a Halloween. What's yours?

Have a good one.