HalloThanksGiveMeChristmas.

Halloween came. Halloween went. Who cares about halloween? Not I. I got cookies delivered to my door and I wore a black dress and pretended I was Jessica Lange. Am I the only one that can't get down with Halloween? I just don't care enough. I don't enjoy candy that much and it was raining here. I saw people walking down the street and they looked busted before they even went to the party! The coolest costume I saw was the suit and tie walking down the street with his briefcase and he had on a Daft Punk helmet. That guy wins all the points for Gryffindor. Speaking of Halloween, why do we love zombies so much? My roommate mentioned a Zombies in Media class my school offers, because art school, and I started to wonder why do we identify with zombies so much. That really doesn't say much about this generation if the one thing we really think represents us is a walking corpse. Our grandparents had Audrey Hepburn and Frank Sinatra and we get Kristen Stewart and dead people (….arguably the same thing)? I think we all look like zombies. When I get on my elevator EVERYONE has their headphones in…you're going down to the 2nd floor…that's not necessary! We're losing our ability to speak our thoughts, feel the feelings, and just BE with people. I"m making a commitment to leave my iPod at home more often and let me tell you, people are just as crazy as I thought they were and it's beautiful. Give it a try.

I had a friend visit me from California, well, she came from North Carolina, but whatever, and there's something incredible about having a piece of home brought to you and I was reminded AGAIN how much I love it here. THERE ARE LEAVES and a giant object that looks like a kidney chilling in the middle of downtown. That's all anyone needs in life! And it made me realize how comforted I am by the fact that I know I'm going to die in California. That's where my Third Act will take place. It's comforting because I know where I started and where I'll end up and it leaves the entire middle part open to interpretation. I'm dying in California, I don't need to live there…kind of exciting. And morbid. Mostly exciting.

I keep telling myself that I'll feel better about finishing my project if I create the right atmosphere. So, I have my coffee in hand, finishing a blow pop (that completely tore up the roof of my mouth. I can't be the only one that experiences that struggle), basking in the wonderful smell of a Lake Sunset candle, which really just smells like Spiced Vanilla, and a watching a million episodes of Boy Meets World. So my paper on sea otters…yeah…sea otters...will probably involve a lot of references to Cory and Topanga, because they are the answer to EVERYTHING. Totally right atmosphere. This project is practically doing itself now…No. Still me. Still not happening.

Oh and…:) I'm so excited for the snow. The joy. The glisten. The red and green. CHRISTMAS.