So...hi again. Well, this was a surprise-attack moment. It was actually a funny (and true) story, hehe...

It all started with an unexpected knock. Mom and Kitten looked at each other, surprised that someone was at the door this late (it was around 6:40-ish) and it was a strange man who needed an adult. We knew the routine, so while Mom went and talked to the man, I walked over to Kit.

Her right hand was lightly covered in white face paint and she commented that she wanted to be paler since she doesn't like her tan skin (No comment there!) After, like 5 minutes of bickering with each other, she had the sponge in the green face paint, grabbed my left arm and smeared green paint on my arm.

I did what I could think of, try to run from my insane sister. But she was clinging on tightly to my arm while still smearing more green paint on my arm. She kept commenting "You're like Sherek." For some weird reason, I didn't help with what I said next. I literally said "I'm more like the Wicked Witch", I know a weird thing to say.

I kept trying to run from Kit, but she still kept her hold and kept smearing my arm. Few times, she tried to paint my face but I manage to dodge her hand and the sponge.

Soon, I was trapped and sitting (well she was sitting on top of me) and kept continuing to smear my left arm. I tried to move out of the way and clean my arm, but unfortunately, she was able to smear some paint on my face (some of the paint got on my glasses too. :P )Then, I managed to kick her leg which had her unbalanced.

But with both little space to escape and klutzy me, I tripped over my feet and Kit was right in front of me. She pulled my hair to the right to paint my face more. Again, I was able to leave her behind, until I went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, she caught me again, but I had managed to slip out of her way. But she grabbed me by my shirt and had smeared some green paint on my shirt (it's still there, looks like a grass stain on my shoulder blade.)

I tried getting away from my crazed sister, but she had kicked me (no lie!) and I fell on the ground, stomach-down. She sat on top of me, again, and literally yanked my hair to the right side again to paint my face again. I probably screamed because she was pulling my hair (which, I should be used to by now) and that she was getting the sponge all over the right side of my face. Luckily, Mom was there to stop Kitten from painting my whole face green like the Wicked Witch. There was a conversation that I didn't pay much attention to, but I wanted to get the green off on me. While I was walking to the bathroom, I heard Mom say "It was funny."

Why some of the green was faded was because somewhere during the chase, my sister might've drooled on me. Anyway, while I was in the bathroom rinsing the green off on my left arm and face, I heard Kit say "***** (bleared out my name), should've been the Grinch instead of a huntress. She could've gone to Halloween as herself." (Don't worry, I'm used to her insults. Doesn't bother me.) I think it took at least 12 wipes to clean off all the green on me.

Once I got out of the bathroom, Kit looked disappointed that I cleaned off all the green that was on me. I went cleaning my glasses and my phone case (my sister had some of the paint get on my phone case too.) While I was cleaning my glasses, Kitten had said "Aww...you looked great in green. Oh, maybe I should do it in brown. Or black.", with mischevious in her voice.

----------Other details had happened that I won't mention. So time skip the next few minutes------------------

But it doesn't end there, it was about 7:30-ish, so I wanted to see how you guys would react to my greenify tale. So, I had started to write for this chapter (the irony). But after I had typed a few sentences in this ramble, Kit had suddenly smeared black face paint on my right arm, it looked like an oil smear on my upper arm. And once again, I had to go to the bathroom and clean the black paint off.

(This time took much shorter than when I was green. :P )

Moving on, but this tale still doesn't end! After I cleaned my "oil smear", I didn't want to get painted on by my crazed sister again and I wanted to update my ramble book, again. (The things I do for you.) So, I decided to go to my room and finish this entry.

Once I got to my room, I took out my laptop and put on music to listen to. While I was listening to a song and typing away, my sister snuck into my room and had smeared some more black paint on my left arm. She literally shushed me to be quiet! ( I mean, how can I when I DON'T WANT TO WASH OFF ANYMORE PAINT TONIGHT!?)

Out of instincts, I got off my bed and yelled for someone to help me. (Don't judge) Kit was able to smear my left cheek and she said that I looked like an army man who has those painted black lines on his cheeks. It was either that I let her put on another smear on my right cheek or she'd paint my whole face.

So, I went along with her smearing my other cheek. After she was done, she said, "I should do this to you every night when you sleep." (My thought to that was, "Oh then I should block my door so you can't get into my room.")

Before Kit could add any more paint on me, Mom had entered my room. I just realized that my room door was opened that whole time, so Mom must've heard my hollers. So...after Kit had left my room, I had to rinse off the black paint for the third time tonight.

Different bathroom, so different lighting. And I was taking a picture with my right hand, but I'm left handed. So, after I finished washing off the paint, I finally finished this entry in peace!

FINALLY! I'M FINISHED TELLING HOW TONIGHT WENT FOR ME! (And one person had almost died because they're impatient, you know who you are. Haha, I'm just teasing with you! ;P) Hopefully, that was entertaining for you to read!

Signing off, Crystal~Rose ;)