Category: Junior Literary

My knight in shining armor left me.

I was no princess to him.

Just a washed up version,

of a girl locked in the tower of her spiraling mind.

 

I’ve turned this hotel bathroom into my new oasis.

The place where I presume to gather my thoughts,

but I’m doing nothing of that sort.

I’m just making it worse.

 

I looked up to see the reflection,

of a girl I once had overflowing love for.

I now see her dark makeup running down her blush cheeks,

and smeared lipstick creeping down her chin.

 

I started crying even harder because I knew I looked hideous.

I knew he left in his maroon colored getaway car.

Simply because I could never be good enough.

and I never would be.

 

I’ll never have silky blonde hair and ocean blue eyes,

like the girl he chose.

I’d trade my dull hair and basic eyes,

Anyday for a fraction of what she has.

 

“Look at you.

Your hair isn’t straight.

Your face is too round.

Too chubby.

 

You’ll never succeed at that prestigious school,

With thousands of academic driven people.

You’ll only be lonely,

because everyone who meets you, ends up leaving you.

 

I take my bright, red lipstick from my golden clutch.

It’s in a white, cylinder shaped tube,

marked with the name “To Be Beautiful.”

and god, did I believe it would.

 

I start to smear it on my large lips,

because with it,

i’m not as awful as I was without it.

I felt a little more approachable.

I felt less horrid.

 

After I rubbed it into my chapped lips,

I looked into the mirror once more.

I began to cry even harder,

smearing it all over my porcelain face.

 

Next thing I know,

My fist is smashing the dirty mirror,

Over and over again.

I let out a loud scream,

I’m not sure if it was out of physical or mental pain,

or both.

 

I slid down the wall with my knees in front of me,

my blush pink dress that my mother spent a fortune on,

was now covered in red lipstick,

and hurtful tears.

 

I sit there for a moment wondering what I’m doing.

Why I’m here.

What I should be doing.

What my true purpose is.

I get no answer in return.

 

Almost instantly, a majestic figure appears,

on the green sofa in the corner of the bathroom.

She was angelic and mystical.

Frightened, I move away from her.

She stopped me and told me to calm down.

She told me I was safe.

 

“Look at you, my beautiful one,

Your hair’s a mess, and your dress is rugged.

And what have you done with that red paint of yours?

Oh, and your hand, your delicate hand.

 

I looked down at my hand.

There was no scars.

No blood.

It looked perfectly normal.

 

“Who are you?” I ask in shock.

“I am Aphrodite, goddess of love.

I’m here to show you what you aren’t seeing.

Give you a new set of eyes for a minute.

 

Come with me and you will see.”

I hesitated, but carried on with her.

I walked into the pink portal that she came from.

Almost instantly, we were out of this world.

 

It’s green all around,

with white skies and dandelions.

There’s one tree in the distance.

I see a girl sitting on a swing made from rope and wood.

 

She is beautiful and devine.

She has long, dark locks of smooth hair.

And the whitest skin you’d ever see.

She had moviestar looks with sharp cheekbones.

 

I ran towards her, and realized that the girl was me.

She was wearing my prom dress,

And the diamond ring Daddy gave me.

She was gorgeous.

I was gorgeous.

 

“I’ve given you eyes of another.

I’ve let you see yourself away from your prospective,

to show you just how stunning you truly are,

Behind your eyes that have become scars.

 

Millie, you may not see it with your own,

but you are one of a kind.

No one can ever take that away from you, unless you let them,

But if you don’t, you will see this, too.

 

You will succeed in this short life of yours.

Even in the next and the next.

You will become even more great than you already are,

and everyone will recognize this.

You possess the power to become more successful that you could ever imagined.

 

And you are lovely, child.

Don’t let your mind tell you otherwise,

The truth is, you are your own worst enemy.

The cause of all your lies and cries.”

 

“I am gorgeous, and I’ll never forget it.

I’ll treat myself the way she deserves,

Never letting myself see otherwise.

My name is Millie and I am beautiful.”

 

Next thing I know I’m in my room.

With string lights on the walls,

And Polaroids of me taken from a distance.

My dress is clean,

My hand is healed.

I feel at peace.

 

I get up and walk towards the tall mirror by my closet.

There’s a note in the corner.

“Millie, never forget, darling. Never forget.”

I put the note away.

 

I then flip the mirror over to where it’s facing the wall.

I cover my vanity and bathroom mirror,

with towels from our linen closet.

I wasn’t going to let myself forget.

 

I go across the room to get my blue Polaroid.

I put the film in and turn it towards me.

I snap a picture of myself.

This time my face is closer to the camera.

I hang it with the rest of the pictures,

Then lie my head down to rest.

 

Months go by like hours.

I’m now moving into my dorm,

about to embark on a journey that will shape my life.

An amazing adventure that will help me find myself.

 

I open up a box labeled “junk.”

Sitting on top of a silk, black scarf is the tube of red lipstick.

I look at it, observing the grooves in it.

The name I believed rang true.

I let out a sigh.

And toss it into the trash along with a pile of mirrors I once had.

 

Since being at MSA, I’ve started drinking a LOT more coffee. Like a substantial amount more. It’s kinda crazy. I was never ever a coffee drinker before. I loved the occasional frappuccino, and maybe an iced coffee here or there, but now I’m having at least one cup of hot coffee a day. I’m a person with an abundance of natural energy. Seriously, it’s wild how much energy I have without coffee. But with coffee? I don’t think the world is ready.

I’m writing this as I finish my first cup of coffee, and I don’t think my fingers have e v e r moved faster. My mind somehow is moving at light speed, but also I feel as if I don’t have a single thought in my head. My core body temperature has spiked, and I feel ready to go. I imagine this is what super heroes feel like when they fall into a vat of chemical waste or get bitten by a radioactive spider.

With most of my blog posts that I’ve written so far, they are cultivated during a span of a couple of days, because you know I have time, but for this purpose I need to write this all now. Otherwise, what’s the point? During any other day I might not be on the same coffee adrenaline that I am at this very moment.

We did something in class called a stream of consciousness. Most of you reading this are probably either a junior or senior literary, but just in case you aren’t, I’ll let you in on what a stream of consciousness is. It’s just whatever is in your brain. That’s all. I recommend you do this at home or wherever you are.

Right now, I can’t stop thinking about Christmas. I follow a page called “Christmas Countdown” and it indeed has started. 125 until Christmas. How insane is that? Currently, Mississippi is sweltering in the August heat, but in 125 we’ll all be hopefully under blankets during holiday break.

Marathon runners. Also insane. I can barely run a mile without feeling like I took off my space suit in outer space, but there are people that can run 26 miles and survive.  I know it takes insane practice, but how do you even get started? If you’re a marathon runner please let me know. I’m not about to run a marathon, but I am curious.

Next topic, Wikipedia. This has been on my mind because there is that random page generator, and I’ve been itching to see what pops up. Before that though, it makes me sad that Wikipedia is needing donations. I know teachers don’t approve of us using it for information, but it’s still really helpful, and the fact that it’s a non-profit it awesome. Seeing it shut down or having to be commercial is sad. Anyways, random page! I got the page for Wellington, Kentucky. OKAY! Now this makes my mind think. Imagine, there’s a person from Wellington, Kentucky and they do the exact same random article search as I did, and they get Oxford, MS or Brookhaven, MS. That would be cool. Or imagine if you got your own town. The odds of that happening must be so slim.

Wellington, Kentucky though is a minuscule town. It has 561 as of the 2000 census. That’s heckin’ small.

Final topic. Dinosaurs.

As of now in my life, I don’t think I have a favorite. When I was little it was the Plesiosaur, because it was pretty and lived in water, duh, but I’m not sure about now. I’m going to do a little soul searching to find out my favorite dinosaur as of 2018.

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After much research and coming off of my coffee rush a little, I’ve come down to two contenders of my heart, the Minmi or the Stegosaurus. I don’t think I can choose. The Minmi is so cute and underrated that ah!! It just sounds so adorable. The Stegosaurus is a classic though, and there’s a lot more to know about it. I guess my research was overall, inconclusive. Oh well, at least I learned a little about dinosaurs.

Thanks for going through this coffee rush with me, it’s been quite the journey. I do however wanna know yall’s favorite dinosaurs and what random Wikipedia page generates. Has anyone else been drinking way more coffee since coming here, or just me?

My fingertips graze down his arm leisurely, and I can feel the hairs on his arm stand to attention,almost as if a Sargent has called each of their individual names. His eyes remain closed, but I can see the movement beneath his eyelids. His breathing is smooth, and as I move my hand over his chest, I can feel the gentle current beneath my fingers. He is so beautiful, skin sprayed with milk chocolate freckles, the same color of his eyes, and that German split in the cartilage on the tip of his nose is so mesmerizing to me. I love his lips; those full, soft pink pillows lure me to him, and the voice that dribbles from them is so entrancing. He can calm the waves that are my feelings with just his universe-given sound. The strong nectarous words he whispers to me late at night over the phone are the endearments I need when I can no longer function.

His arms twitch unexpectedly before I realize that they are wrapped around me loosely. It that daze of his addictive warmth I feel my mind reaching serenity, and I exhale in length. He nuzzles his nose into my hair and does the opposite of me, breathing in the scent of pina-colada shampoo. “Beautiful,” he whispers in his half-asleep murmur. Now it is my hair’s turn to stand to attention. My heart almost vibrates with love for my inamorato as I lean up and press my lips to his slightly parted ones. I sense his attempt to smile amidst his sleep fog, but he is rendered unsuccessful and unconscious. I do not complain though. Observing his usually pinched features relaxed in a basic comatose from exhaustion is such a pure picture. His warm, shallow breaths fanning my face and his quiet snores are tranquilizing. Calloused fingers stroke the small of my back, and dark brown tendrils fall into his shut eyes.

He is my living piece of textured art, painted with delicate strokes and built to a rough sculpted design. Every pale color that encompasses his flesh, every angle that constructs the shape of him, and every dimension that makes him real is so deeply admired by me. We curl into each other, wrapped in the other’s arm. In our tangled-up true, innocent state. I find myself dozing away, melting into his warmth. My fair-skinned love. My pastel masterpiece.

relatable.

Wow, it’s been feeling like a bad Monday for the past week, honestly. My mood has been swinging left and right, which ultimately causes me to have a headache that has yet to go away. I’m sleep deprived, HORRIBLY. I get about five hours of sleep at most, a night. This may not be critical to some people, but for me, I’m used to sleeping a total of seven or eight hours a night. It may be because we get out of school at five now instead of 3:30 pm. This causes fewer hours in the day, and more homework (my favorite combination). It’s not that I choose to stay up or anything, it’s really either homework, or my mind just won’t go to bed. I’ll lay there for hours just thinking about sweet nothings. I stress about the things I’ve yet to accomplish, the things that I was supposed to accomplish but have slipped my mind and upcoming dates that I can’t forget about. I’m out of sleeping pills, too (*reminder* get sleeping pills).

I really need to get my life together. I had it together until I didn’t. Everything was put in its place until last Tuesday when I stubbed my toe on the corner of my bed. From there, everything just went downhill. However, I’m the type to always rise up when I fall (or in my case, stub a toe). I just need to meditate or something.

I decided to put together a Pinterest wall to help me get my life together. Feel free to visit it if you can relate to whatever mess this is. It’s called “self-help,” and it’s got some really good tips in it.

I think I may just have a spa day. FYI: a spa day is a great way to just chill out and relieve stress. Just putting that out there. I could organize all of my stuff. I have a planner, but I’ve been neglecting her lately (my bad). Coffee could help you focus. I know it helps me focus.

I just need to take a chill pill (not literally). I don’t know. I just need to get used to it and find a schedule that works for me. That’s what my mom said. I just need to lock myself in my room for the next few days and get stuff done. Maybe relax a little, play some good music, and get the stack of Algebra 2 packets I have yet to complete done (the people in my class will know what I mean). I just need to get my life together.

I’ll start tomorrow.

Alright this is a review on The Fright’s new album Hypochondriac. (it’s great, just saying) you could read my overviews and opinions, or you could go listen to it or you could ignore this completely, up to you  

1. Tell Me Why I’m Okay: this song honestly may be triggering to some people. There is a lot of background sounds in this song that will bring images in your head. This song is very much about depression and paranoia. It is a good song though, if you can handle it.
2. CRUTCH: I love this song. It actually came out as a single before the album ever came out. Warning, it does have some screams and heavy guitar in it. This song is about the things he depends on to keep going, and he communicates that he wishes he didn’t have this crutch to lean on so that he could just be an independent person
3. Broken Brain:  The message of this song is about either a significant other or a friend who is saving him from himself. He says that he will be alright as long as he stays with this person, but it will take time to save him. This is about him being so weak then being able to come out and say all these things he wasn’t brave enough to do before. One line in the song says “I got tired of saying that I am fine.” which indicates that he did reach a point where he was honest. Great song.
4. Whatever: This is one of my top three on this album. It’s honestly so relatable. It is basically about his ex girlfriend and how he misses her, but he knows she isn’t what he needs because she hurts him. It is called ‘Whatever’ because he is giving up on trying with her. This song also references songs from their previous album that were about her. It even outright says her name in this song: Sara. Which, I am nearly 100 percent sure most of these songs are about her. This song has a lot of details in it as well, like how he is still messed up from when she said she didn’t love him thirty minutes before he had to go on stage and sing songs dedicated to her.
5. Over It: another one of my favorites for sure. This is another song about his ex, but in this she is trying to come back to him after she broke his heart. my favorite line in this is, “I don’t need to say what I said before, you never listen to me anyway, my voice is sore.” He also says he is still hurting even though he doesn’t want to, and he can’t take her back because she destroyed him and he can’t go through that again.
6. Me and We and I : this song is about self love. When it begins, he is telling a story about how he shaved his head because he was scared he was losing his hair and he didn’t want anyone to know. He talks about how he shouldn’t be so scared of what everyone will say, as long as he has got himself and the people who love him, he doesn’t need anyone else.
7. Goodbyes : Another in my top three because it is so ridiculously catchy and so sweet. This song is about how he finds another girl after he thought he had given up on love. (I’m guessing this song was written AFTER all the songs about his ex)He talks about how afraid he is to lose her because she has made him so happy. In the chorus he talks about how pathetic he is and how perfect she is. I love this song, someone please write a song like this for me lol.
8. Pills:  The sound starts off asking questions that are actually meant for himself. In the chorus, he comes out and says that he knows he is a lot to handle. He says “call me crazy, call me selfish, but I will carry these pills till the day I die. I will lose you, I might lose my mind, but I will carry these pills until the day I die.” so yeah, this song is about addiction and filling the voids in his life with these pills. He talks about how the need for it gets stronger at night. It is a good song, but you have to really listen to it to get the message.
9. No Place Like (Not Being) Home:  This song is actually really funny. I kind of see the beginning of this as him coming home from being on the road, and he feels like he never left, but then he gets to the chorus. He is counting road signs he doesn’t want to pass and he starts drinking because he is getting closer to home. He is saying he needs space and to be left alone. The message here is pretty clear, because well, it’s in the title. This song is about how he prefers traveling on the road with hardly any money than being home. This song has a really beachy tone to it and it really puts me in a great mood. Give it a listen.
10. Hold Me Down:  This song seems very personal and raw and I absolutely love that about it. It talks about how he has tried everything there is for him to try, and nothing is working so he has to stop because he is “tired of making out and never making up.” It’s about more than just this break up though, it is about all the things he went through with her, and he seems to be sort of thankful for it because he talks about how we have to make mistakes to live. He talks about how she always answers his calls, is there for him, and how with her he never felt so dumb and so cool. Despite all of the bad, he still sees her as his favorite part of himself. He says that he has lost so many friends, but he would do it all over again if it meant she would be with him again.
11. Alone:  This song is about how a girl is leaving him and he wishes he could leave too. He talks about how he thought he would scare her away but he didn’t. He says nowt that he is alone again,  now he is drunk and cold again. This song mentions a different name: ‘Kaylie’. But, neither one of the names mentioned could actually be the name of either of the girls this album is ,for the most part, centered around. Writers code names all the time. He says he never thought he would lose that friend, but he did. I really hope this song isn’t about the same girl “Goodbyes” is about because I love that song and it gave me hope so… Anyways, it goes on to talk about being in her apartment, seeing a gift that was his, and he realizes it never did belong to him, just as his heart had never belonged to him, and she has taken it all away. They share their last kiss before he leaves, but he says it didn’t feel the same. Then, surprisingly, she says “don’t change the words to this.” which was her saying she knew he was going to write a song about this and she didn’t want her words to be changed in the song, so he put her actual words in the song. I found that funny, but yeah this is a pretty great song, super personal.

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BONUS SONGS FROM PREVIOUS ALBUMS: ‘She Makes Me’, ‘Tungs’, ‘You Are Going To Hate This’ and ‘Of Age’  (also great songs by The Frights)

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I love musicals. Absolutely adore them all. Hamilton, Be More Chill, Heathers, Les Miserables- that’s just some of the many that I love.

Recently, while browsing my social media, I came across a video of a song that was about writing. The song was called “Hard to Be the Bard,” and let me tell you, the song spoke to my soul. It was about a writer struggling to write, and I identified strongly with it.

After doing a little more research, I found out that the song was from a musical called “Something Rotten!” The musical was set in the Renaissance and focused around a character named Nick Bottom, who is a struggling playwright. He has an immense hatred for Shakespeare’s success, and wishes he could be as successful as him. He goes to a soothesayer, and the man tells him that the biggest hits in the future are musicals. So, Nick goes out to write the first ever musical.

The songs in this musical have a certain… vibe to them. I don’t exactly know how to describe it. All the songs contain clever wit and metaphors that are easy to understand but will make you laugh out loud every time. My favorite song is still the first one I listened to, “Hard to be the Bard.” The song is sung by the man himself, William Shakespeare, where he complains and bemoans the struggles of being a famous writer. Honestly, I think this song is a whole literary mood. 

“So you write a new word, but it’s not the right word, so you try a new word, but you hate the new word, and you need a new word, but you can’t find the word, oh where is it what is it what is it where is it whatisitwhakdkjdk-” (the last bit indicates a mental breakdown).

I find that the more I listen to it, the more references to other musicals I can find within the songs. The most referenced musical seems to be “The Music Man,” which I am very happy about since it doesn’t seem like TMM is very popular within the musical scene. I can also hear references to “Les Miserables,” “Annie,” and a slight nod to “Dear Evan Hanson.” I enjoy the little nods the play gives to its predecessors. I also enjoy the part where Nick and William have a tap dancing fight while they argue between each other on who is the better writer. 

If you would like to find a new musical to listen to, I highly recommend this one, especially if you want one that breaks from the norm in the best way possible- by poking fun at other plays that take themselves way too seriously. 

 

Terrell has always had big dreams of becoming a well-respected artist in the music industry. This dream began when he was only four years old. He and his mother Phylicia would travel along the highways as she would play music from artists such as: Musiq Soulchild, Jill Scott, Prince, and Anita Baker. But there was always this one pronounced voice that stuck out to him. It was Fantasia Barrino. Though Terrell was so young, he instantly fell in love with the vocalist. He had learned mostly everything about her. As he got older, he aspired to be more like her. Once he reached the age of seven, and fully understood the struggles she had endured to reach that level of success, he made the decision that he wanted to be a professional singer. He admired her and felt if she could make it, he could do the same.

So, he went to his music teacher and expressed to her his feelings about wanting to sing. Coincidently, there was a back to school event coming up and he, along with one of his classmates, sang. To his delight, everyone enjoyed his performance. From that day in 2009, he practiced singing every day. He hoped to make his vocal abilities the best he could. Terrell sang day in and day out, imagining himself on a stage performing in front of millions of people. But one day in 2013, he was a part of the school choir Mouth Pieces. Because he was one of the best altos, he was asked to sing along side some of his classmates at the black history program. Performance day came, and he did well again.

As Terrell got older, he began to encounter some things in life. At times, he felt as if there was no one to turn to, which essentially led to him writing his feelings down. The feelings turned into poetry which turned into songs. Not only did this stimulate his mind, but it provided him with an outlet to express himself emotionally. He even went so far as to sing some of his own works. He took music even more seriously now. Then his dream changed to become a professional singer and song-writer.

Now, Terrell has evolved into a well-rounded young man. There are still a few aspects of his life that need working out, but for the most part he is growing positively at a steady pace. He gets booked to sing at different venues and has composed a lot of musical and literary works. He works every day to become a better singer and writer. He has become an amazing artist and is on a journey to continue a long career as a well-respected artist.

Imagine this, you’re on a train, moving to a new town. Sitting across you is a cat, just as big as you, asking you about your personality traits and blood type.

You answer what you can, and the train pulls to a stop. upon getting out of your cart, you can see a swarm of various animals. They all run up to you and declare you mayor of the town. you now have power you didnt ask for.

you may think this sounds crazy, and youd be right. However, this is the opening scene to Animal Crossing: New leaf

so why do i believe animal crossing is better than real life?

In the game, you can make money off of nearly anything. You can dig up a whole dinosaur and sell it at the thrift store. you can hit a rock with a shovel and money bags will appear. Heck, you can shake a tree and get chased by bees. sometimes you get good luck and get money instead of bees, though.

The game also has a variety of shopping places for your character to visit. While real life has that as well, it is much better organized in animal crossing. In real life, you can expect to walk down main street, and pass 5 law offices before you get to a shop. In animal crossing, main street looks like this.

As you can see, these people are much more organized. all clothing and shops are grouped together, activities are grouped together, and home/mail are grouped together. the museum is separated from all of them. this is beneficial, as it gives more space for the museum. in my old town, Pontotoc, the museum is IN the post office.

Animal crossing is also helpful for those that struggle with different issues. it is a calming environment. take this post by Catnippackets on Tumblr

“Animal Crossing will always be the most wholesome game to me. Once I was up super late at night unable to sleep because i felt really sick and I was playing pocket camp while I tried to feel better and fall asleep. I went down to the beach and found Apollo by the water, and he said ‘can’t sleep? You wanna sit and listen to the waves with me?’ and I almost cried.”

Now, that’s a stress relieving activity. In real life, going down to the beach late at night would mean getting pinched by crabs, and possibly running into dangerous situations. Animal crossing provides you tranquility from the comfort of your own home.

Finally, Animal crossing gives you more information on learning to pay for your house than an economics class. They use a currency called bells. In the game, just like in real life, you have to pay for upgrades on your house. By saving bells and paying your loan, you are able to get experience for when you actually have to do that for real.

For a kids game, i’d say you can get a lot out of it.

There’s a lot that’s been on my mind lately. Honestly, too much has been on my mind lately but I’ve just been thinking about life in general and I pretty much have an odd visualization of it. To me, it’s like a polaroid camera constantly spewing out tiny little pictures that represent our memory. Now it’s weird because it’s like how in the world is a polaroid like memories? Well, when you take a picture with a polaroid camera, you don’t know what the picture’s going to look like. You can’t see how it turns out until it fully develops, you just take it in that moment. That’s exactly how I feel like the future is. You’re constantly living life, taking ‘polaroid pictures’ of what you’re experiencing or whatever’s happening in order to form a memory. 

There are moments where the pictures don’t turn out so great, whether it be bad timing or lighting or something that causes conflict. That’s exactly how it is with our lives. There are times in our lives where there’s conflict, lack of satisfaction, or just general unhappiness and there are times where you shove that memory in a trash basket, or you just put it in the back of a scrapbook anyways because mistakes/bad things happen but you learn from it. Maybe you’ll capture it at a different angle. Maybe you’ll change the lighting a little bit. But in that instant, whatever you decide to capture, you cannot go back and change it. Once it has happened, there is no reversing it, just like our actions in life. 

Those blank polaroid pictures eventually turn into lifelong memories and just like the pictures, you may just forget about them or randomly think about them while you’re in the middle of class or work actually trying to be productive. Basically, what I’m getting at here is that there is so much unpredictability in life and the future is just like the blank film. You don’t know what’s going to happen or what moments you’ll be in when you use them, it just happens. And although the photos become blurry sometimes or they’re a little too dark and you feel like it was a waste of film, it truly isn’t because in reality, you more than likely will figure out what you did wrong and fix it so that the next picture is beautiful.

It’s getting close to that time! The time of cooler air, crunchy leaves, and spoopy decorations. That’s right! It’s almost time for fall! Fall is my favorite time of the year, and October is my favorite month of the year. I wish all year could be fall honestly. It would be the perfect temperature, it’d be gorgeous year-round, and it’s just my aesthetic. I’m not a pumpkin spice girl, but the smell is nice at times. Until it becomes overbearing, then it just makes me nauseous. I’ll be looking for new wallpapers for my phone later so I can get better into the spirit of the season!

Football is already in full swing, so TV’s are constantly tuned to ESPN or FOX or wherever the games are aired. Honestly, I’m looking forward to watching a game or two when I go back home. Maybe I can try to score tickets to an Ole Miss or State game… I love going to football games simply because of the energy of the students and/or fans. It’s so cool and it helps get me pumped for the game too.  I find it funny to hear people say they don’t enjoy watching football, but everyone is entitled to their opinions. So I’ll just say that I love watching football and a lot of other sports too. Which is a bit ironic because I’d either never participate in most sports, but I find them interesting. 

Christmas is nice, Thanksgiving is too. So is Easter and all the other holidays, even the obscure ones. BUT… Halloween is the queen of all holidays, and I don’t care about what others think. Halloween is the best holiday to me. I don’t care about the whole candy thing, but dressing up and hearing/seeing all the creepy events go on is what draws me to Halloween. I love seeing the little kids running around in their costumes and seeing how excited they are to show them off and to get their well earned treat. Last year, I passed out candy with my best friend, and that was a pretty funny night. She accidently made a toddler cry, thanks to her Lemongrab mask. The poor child didn’t even want to come up to the door to get the candy. Several kids were creeped out by that mask, and it was funny to see their reactions. It sucks that I won’t be home for Halloween. The past two years, I would go home with her and we’d pass out candy together or go trick-or-treating. I guess we won’t be doing that this year, but I’ll try to make it up to her later on. 

I don’t think you understand how much I love fall. Just about all of my best memories were created in the fall, and I plan on making many more memories from now on.