It’s about that time when students are sick with pneumonia or mononucleosis, thanks to this silly weather change.

But that sure as heck won’t stop us from preparing for the wackiest holiday.

HAPPY HALLOWEENY!

I freaking love this holiday! Everyone is so serious about Halloween. I mean, people actually think of their costumes months in advance.

As a kid, I was all about it. Dress up, be cute, get lots o’ candy. The last time I participated in such festivities was in the sixth grade when I was the Grim Reaper.

Yeah, I was morbid at such an early age.

Last year, I got the urge to dress up again.

I even did the whole preparation thing. I was so sure I was going to be Margot Tenenbaum from “The Royal Tenenbaums,” but I figured it’d be too expensive to buy a fur coat and a Lacoste polo dress.

So I narrowed my costume to being Nancy Spungen, a.k.a. the second half of Sid and Nancy, b.k.a. the punk groupie who was sliced to pieces by Sex Pistols’ bassist Sid Vicious (allegedly).

I got a really short mini skirt, fish net stockings, wore my black boots, splattered fake blood all over my body and all that good such.

But my personal favorite was placing a pen that looked like a needle filled with blood on the vein of my arm and tying it up with a shoestring. Because she was a heroin addict, ha! Tasteless.

That’s why I love Halloween – no barriers whatsoever. It gives us permission to dress totally skanky or totally swanky. Either way, it’s gonna be fantastic. Most importantly, it allows us to use our imagination. And you know what Willy Wonka said: imagination is all you need.

Speaking of, Willy Wonka would be a great costume. I’ve yet to see someone be Willy Wonka. If I see any of you walking around in a Willy Wonka costume, I’ll buy you a drink. Two drinks if you dress up as Jimi Hendrix.

Another suggestion is going as Oprah. She’s a billionaire, but your costume would be inexpensive. Just gain 100 pounds and then lose it all by the weekend. You’d definitely win contests for that one.

You know another great thing about Halloween? Five words: The. Rocky. Horror. Picture. Show.

Is that movie not the greatest piece of garbage ever to hit the reel? I mean, really. Every year I watch it, I always think, “Why is this horrible movie so friggen awesome?!”

But it’s still a great – dare I say? – “cult classic.” You can never go wrong with dancing hunchbacks, singing transvestites and a coked-out Meat Loaf.

I can’t wait for the sinful fun to begin!

Amber North is the Herald assistant sports editor and humor columnist. You can reach her at ambanorth@hotmail.com.