Punkin Day

So, I've made it to Halloween.

This means a lot of things:
1 - School is officially half over.
2 - I have been working at my new job for 5 months.
3 - Doug's birthday is 7 days away.
4 - The holidays are coming, which means lots of fatty food, annoying family, and money spent.
5 - I have essentially one more month to endure living with my mother.

I try not to be a griper, but man I hate the holidays. I certainly love what it stands for - Jesus, peace on earth, thankfulness, and all that - but I hate the expectations it brings.

Perhaps I am cranky because we didn't get to have a big Halloween bash this year. Usually the regular debauchery helps me through the final weeks of sanity before the start of Christmas shopping. But I suppose I don't miss kicking out the underage teenie-boppers crashing our party. Or maybe I do kind of miss that... Anywho, my pumpkins are carved, the candy is bought, and the fresh smell of fake blood lingers in the air. Fall is upon us - even if the trees don't want to join in on the festivities.

I feel a sense of relief when I think about where I was in my life a year ago. I have come so far from who I was. Living at home with no hopes of escape, still in my first semester of senior undergrad, dealing with college dance team drama, and thinking that the real world was still so very far away for me. This was the stuff that made up my whole world. And at the time, I thought it was a lot. I look back and laugh at how easy my life was in college. I didn't even feel as stressed in college as I did in high school. But I don't think I would ever go back if I had the chance. The past is the past, and I don't know that I could have done it any better with it if I got the chance to try again. Except maybe I wouldn't have made a C in PreCal...


Note to Self: People who cling to the past miss out on what's happening now and can't see the goodness of their future. Plus, they're really annoying.