Oh, Great Pumpkin, Where Are You?
Well, it's Halloween once again. I realize that I haven't been very good about posting, but my New Hallow's Eve resolution is to LJ more. It helps me express what I'm feeling, and I need that right now since I can't possibly keep all these emotions bottled up inside.
But I digress.
Tonight's first topic: Revealing Costumes.
I understand the appeal of looking good when you go to parties and such. But REALLY, ladies. This is getting ridiculous. As I browsed through Facebook this weekend, my newsfeed was clogged with whorish photos of "sexy" nurses, schoolgirls, policewomen, and cats. Halloween is an invitation to dress UP, not DOWN. If you're gonna wear those slutty costumes, you might as well wear nothing at all. And if you wear nothing at all, I suggest that you don't post those pictures to FACEBOOK.
I wholeheartedly cherish the childish innocence of little kids scampering from house to house Trick-or-Treating, but nowadays it's been perverted. Corrupted. By teens (and preteens!) with everything hanging out everywhere.
(source: www.postsecret.com)
The second topic of the night is... ¢0LL3G3.
SsssssssssstttttttttttttttrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I finally, FINALLY submitted my application to my ED school. FIIIIIINALLYYYY. Oy gevalte, am I glad that's over. I reallyreallyreeeeally hope I get in, because if I don't, I'll have to start the application process all over again. Yuuuuuuuucchhh. Not fun.
Of course, it doesn't help that I have a !@#$load of homework
In such stressful times, I can only take a deep breath and remember these wonderful words of wisdom:
They've never failed me. Ever.
Which brings me (somehow) to Topic #3: The Turn of the Season.
Autumn has always aroused in me a mix of emotions -- happiness, sadness, nostalgia, what have you. This year, I'm particularly nostalgic because it's the last year I'll spend with all my high school friends before we part for college, most likely forever.
It's really not that sad; I guess the full weight of graduation hasn't set in since it's still a few months away. But still, I can't help feeling that this is a year of lasts, of endings.
Maybe it's just the crisp autumn air talking; maybe I'm crazy.
But at least I'll have some damn nice memories.
Beautiful.
But I digress.
Tonight's first topic: Revealing Costumes.
I understand the appeal of looking good when you go to parties and such. But REALLY, ladies. This is getting ridiculous. As I browsed through Facebook this weekend, my newsfeed was clogged with whorish photos of "sexy" nurses, schoolgirls, policewomen, and cats. Halloween is an invitation to dress UP, not DOWN. If you're gonna wear those slutty costumes, you might as well wear nothing at all. And if you wear nothing at all, I suggest that you don't post those pictures to FACEBOOK.
I wholeheartedly cherish the childish innocence of little kids scampering from house to house Trick-or-Treating, but nowadays it's been perverted. Corrupted. By teens (and preteens!) with everything hanging out everywhere.
(source: www.postsecret.com)
The second topic of the night is... ¢0LL3G3.
SsssssssssstttttttttttttttrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I finally, FINALLY submitted my application to my ED school. FIIIIIINALLYYYY. Oy gevalte, am I glad that's over. I reallyreallyreeeeally hope I get in, because if I don't, I'll have to start the application process all over again. Yuuuuuuuucchhh. Not fun.
Of course, it doesn't help that I have a !@#$load of homework
In such stressful times, I can only take a deep breath and remember these wonderful words of wisdom:
They've never failed me. Ever.
Which brings me (somehow) to Topic #3: The Turn of the Season.
Autumn has always aroused in me a mix of emotions -- happiness, sadness, nostalgia, what have you. This year, I'm particularly nostalgic because it's the last year I'll spend with all my high school friends before we part for college, most likely forever.
It's really not that sad; I guess the full weight of graduation hasn't set in since it's still a few months away. But still, I can't help feeling that this is a year of lasts, of endings.
Maybe it's just the crisp autumn air talking; maybe I'm crazy.
But at least I'll have some damn nice memories.
Beautiful.