So maybe I gave up on quoting The Smiths every single day. The reason: I only talk to about five people every single day and quoting The Smiths made me feel depressed beyond the ridiculousness of the lyrics themselves. Well, not actually depressed, but slightly pathetic.
In the words of The Moz, I started something that I couldn't finish.
typical me, typical me, typical me.
However, I did dress up as "Death of a Disco Dancer" for the workingman's Halloween (i.e. Saturday before Halloween). Here is some proof:
I got hit with a mirrorball. Also, I got to walk around like a zombie all night. And when I spun around the light reflected off me. Hooray!
The best part of the night, however, was the recognition. I was crashing the Charleston School of Law Halloween party and I wasn't particularly expecting anyone to recognize me. In fact, most people didn't know who The Smiths were. But this one kid, upon hearing the title of my costume, smilingly said, "Ohhhh, like The Smiths song! Wanna see 'Girlfriend in a Coma'?" He then mimed punching his girlfriend and proceeded to tell me how much he loved "all things Moz." The best moment was when he approached my friend and I at the bar and yelled, "KEATS AND YEATS ARE ON YOUR SIDE!"
That makes it all worth it, I think. Even though at another Halloween party, I lost a costume contest to Bubble Boy. It's ok. I got to walk around with blood on my face all night.
If I go out on actual Halloween, which I probably will as it is the best holiday ever, I wonder if I will make more Smiths fan friends.

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