“I would have pegged you as a Halsted underwear boy.” But then you would be wrong. Nothing against them, because we all love them dearly, but I am not a part of their crowd. Sure, my costume for the parade this year was booty shorts and hot pink Kanye’s, yet all it was for the thrill of being able to pull it off. I went as “the human canvas” with three of my greatest friends, and we danced, interacted with the crowd, and gradually became more covered in color. I was in over 1,000 pictures of people who saw us as an attraction AND became part of a music video for a beautiful, young, up and rising star. Sure, it was freezing cold, but it was worth it. I got to bond with three amazing kids, and the steam shower and cake afterwards didn’t hurt either. When all was done and over with, I went back to my school and returned to the life of an engineering student. I guess you could say that this whole Halsted shindig is part of a mysterious second side of me, but it really isn’t. I truly am both, and at times it becomes difficult. Regularly, the two don’t mix well. People from both sides give me shit about the other, and frankly, I really don’t care, because in the end, I’m happiest when I act myself. I go out, have fun, be responsible, and sometimes solitary, and in the end I wrap it up by joyfully crying on the shoulder of my best friend because I’m so glad he exists and is himself. Moral of today: be yourself and don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks or says.