Saturday, October 1, 9:15 a.m.

Omigawd, it's October! That only means one thing and one thing only.

HALLOWEEN!

I can't wait! I'm already having daydreams about candy, monsters, and complete chaos. I better start working on my costume. I always try to make a costume for Halloween, but end up wearing some cheap one from Party City or the Halloween Store. But not this year. I've been making this costume since last Halloween (I have the pricks in my fingers to prove it). I'll be totally ready.

Oo! I smell the chocolate chip waffles my dad's making! Now there's a way to start of October!

Saturday, October 1, 10:30 a.m.

Aw…now I have to go rake leaves in the front yard and backyard.

Yang would help, but she's pretty much dead. Yang stays up really late and ends up paying for it the next day. Longest time she was asleep was until around one or two.

But on the bright side, I get first dibs on showers!

One unspoken advice for living in our house is to take a shower before Yang. She ends up using ALL the hot water! It's because of that huge mane she has. I keep telling her to cut it — because her hair clogs up the drain too — but she pretends not to hear me.

ARGH…whatever!

Anyway, might as well take a shower and get to raking those leaves. Hope Zwei doesn't ended up making me rake them again.

More Saturday

We ate lunch on the couch. One of the channels was showing The Shining. Yang didn't watch with me and dad. Here's what she did: grabbed her sandwich, her Scroll and headphones, and went out into the garage — so she wouldn't be able to hear the movie.

Yang could probably take out a WWE wrestler without even breaking a sweat, but she can't watch a thriller.

Actually, it's a pretty funny story on why that is. So, five Halloweens back — when Yang was twelve and I was ten — Uncle Qrow made a bet with her. If she could watch Halloween without flipping out, he'd pay her a hundred dollars upfront. If she so much as screamed, Yang had to pay him twenty. Of course, Yang being Yang, she instantly said yes.

She didn't even make it to at least one-third of the movie. I mean she tried watching it, but would freak out every thirty seconds and hide behind one of the couch pillows. I was laughing, along with Uncle Qrow, at the movie.

And yet she totally loves going all out for Halloween. Last year, Yang was this super gory zombie and was going around scaring everyone in the neighborhood. Oh, okay. So it's not cool if she's scared, but it's totally cool if it's someone else. Yeah, yeah, that makes soooooooo much sense.

THINGS TO DO

1. Load dishwasher (ew…)

2. Go to the supermarket: get toilet paper, dog food, half a pound of turkey and ham, cabbage, and gummy bears

3. Go to the fabric store: get red ribbons, black fabric and lace

4. Stop thinking about candy

5. Measure chest

Saturday Night

I was about to measure my chest when I heard Yang giggling like crazy. Quietly, peeking from behind my door (her room is right across the hallway), I saw Yang putting all this stuff in her bag. There was confetti bombs, rubber rats, fake vomit, and a bunch of other gags. I didn't get it until I remembered.

Every year, since the sixth grade, Yang always does Halloween tricks on someone for nearly the entire month. She always picks someone who's a complete jerk and needs to be taught a lesson. So there's justice to it — to some degree. I feel sort of bad, but the pranks she pulls are pretty harmless. Just jump scares.

I wonder who it is…hm…

My breasts have grown exactly none since last summer. Dad was totally wrong. I did not have a growth spurt when I turned fourteen, like mom did. But it's totally fine. I was a little worried about having to adjust my costume (that takes forever), but nope! I'm fine. Whew…

I don't initially care anyway. At least someone will like me for me, not because of my gauntlets (as Yang would put it).