October 29, 2004

The pumpkins didn’t do anything wrong: they were just peacefully congregating on a table. But that didn’t deter us from sadistically jamming knifes into their flesh, carving orifices where no orifices were before. “I want to see agony,” I screamed. Alysia wielded her knife forcefully — the pumpkins spilled their insides in anguish.

Fifteen teams, armed with sharp minds and knifes, entered this year’s pumpkin carving competition. Our entry, “pumpkins against drunk driving,” consisted of a pumpkin smashed against the windshield of a crashed car — a rather elaborate display. Brains were scattered everywhere. People wept.

And we won second prize. Alysia and I will wear the ribbon on alternate days. We rule! And so does Nicole who dressed for Halloween in fantastic colours — we couldn’t have done it without her moral support.