warm october nights...you came and cuddled next to me....
Its October. Which means its definatly fall. My new favorite season. When I got home I parked down underneath the completely unfinished car port. Its lame, but apparently I avoided some dreadful frost that massacred my parents cars. Parking down there means I'm most likely going to go into my house through the garage. It was pretty cool.
Okay, so maybe you are thinking that walking into my house through the garage isn't a big deal. Whatever. You are also thinking that you either do it every day or that you know someone who does it every day. Of course, I agree. My garage is lame. Boring. Useless. But today, walking to my garage was an incredibly enlightening expirience. I heard the leaves.
Okay, so once again, leaves. No big deal. They hang off trees, plummet to their inescapable doom and get raked into piles and lit on fire. But it was the sound. The cracking and crunching and shuffling underneath my feet. I love that sound. It reminded me of all those times I'd jump into those piles. Walking home those two blocks from school and kicking leaves out of my way. Standing in the cold with my jacket and my red nose but having fun throwing leaves at my brother in my grandparents' yard. The yard i just might never go in again.
Earlier I carved a jack-o-lantern. Nothing is ever as enjoyable as it used to be. Its getting to become that I wish I had something regular to do every year. My mom buys me pumpkins. At least she has this year, and last year. I don't remember about before that. But she did when my brother and I were younger. Last year I was dumb. I didn't even carve it. My mind was on less important things, i guess, or maybe more important things. I don't really remember. Either way, all I did was color it with a stupid permanent marker. I remember those times I'd carved a pumpkin with my family. One year my mom even decided it would be cool to paint them instead. I made my pumpkin into a teenage mutant ninja turtle. I've even carved pumpkins with Brittney. But this time I did it alone. My knife and spoon and the big, orange, irregularly shaped, and dented sphere. It came out alright. It sits on my desk, with its candle lit and the typical jack-o-lantern face grinning as it stares at me. I'm glad I lived that expirience once more, no matter how different and un-enjoyable it was. I'm now in the mood for more fall-ish stuff.
With this obsession with fall setting in, I had a trouble trying to think of music that fits October. I can't believe I actually had a hard time with that. I guess it has been 3 years. Its not working as well as I hoped though. The song is good. The best really. But it just seems like something is missing.
Okay, so maybe you are thinking that walking into my house through the garage isn't a big deal. Whatever. You are also thinking that you either do it every day or that you know someone who does it every day. Of course, I agree. My garage is lame. Boring. Useless. But today, walking to my garage was an incredibly enlightening expirience. I heard the leaves.
Okay, so once again, leaves. No big deal. They hang off trees, plummet to their inescapable doom and get raked into piles and lit on fire. But it was the sound. The cracking and crunching and shuffling underneath my feet. I love that sound. It reminded me of all those times I'd jump into those piles. Walking home those two blocks from school and kicking leaves out of my way. Standing in the cold with my jacket and my red nose but having fun throwing leaves at my brother in my grandparents' yard. The yard i just might never go in again.
Earlier I carved a jack-o-lantern. Nothing is ever as enjoyable as it used to be. Its getting to become that I wish I had something regular to do every year. My mom buys me pumpkins. At least she has this year, and last year. I don't remember about before that. But she did when my brother and I were younger. Last year I was dumb. I didn't even carve it. My mind was on less important things, i guess, or maybe more important things. I don't really remember. Either way, all I did was color it with a stupid permanent marker. I remember those times I'd carved a pumpkin with my family. One year my mom even decided it would be cool to paint them instead. I made my pumpkin into a teenage mutant ninja turtle. I've even carved pumpkins with Brittney. But this time I did it alone. My knife and spoon and the big, orange, irregularly shaped, and dented sphere. It came out alright. It sits on my desk, with its candle lit and the typical jack-o-lantern face grinning as it stares at me. I'm glad I lived that expirience once more, no matter how different and un-enjoyable it was. I'm now in the mood for more fall-ish stuff.
With this obsession with fall setting in, I had a trouble trying to think of music that fits October. I can't believe I actually had a hard time with that. I guess it has been 3 years. Its not working as well as I hoped though. The song is good. The best really. But it just seems like something is missing.