Halloween

I haven’t celebrated Halloween in years. Like…lots of years. I dressed up a couple times in college but I never took it seriously or cared. I’d throw something together last minute that was completely half-assed. But whatever. I kinda wanted to do something this year. It took a long time to settle on a costume (and now I’m dying to try/be so many things next year) and figure out what exactly we’d be doing…but it was a good weekend.

 
For starters, I read about a Zombie Walk in downtown Wilkes-Barre and got really curious. It wasn’t the biggest crowd, but I really enjoyed seeing people get in the holiday spirit (and I personally would love to do this sometime). Super cool, and way better in person.

 
I went out for a bit on Saturday, but the magic happened Sunday. As I mentioned before, my sister loves to decorate. And they went all out, like…really ALL OUT. But it was so much fun to hand out candy, drink caramel apple martinis, eat Chinese takeout, and enjoy the holiday.

I am so bummed to go back to the real world (and a 6 day work week, nonetheless). Weekend, you are so fantastic.

P.S. If you don’t know my costume, I settled on a female version of one of my favorite characters, V (from V for Vendetta).

Reasons and Purposes

I guess I should’ve mentioned that a large part of my nervousness, anxiety, and extreme uprising of panic attacks has a lot to do with the fact that I have no idea why I am alive, why I am lucky enough to wake up in the morning and breathe fresh air and look at beautiful skies and feel cold breezes against my skin. Why I get to hug people, have people come into my life and change me and maybe I change them. Why I get to listen to music. Watch great movies. Experience things. Unfortunately, I’m letting all the wondering scare the shit out of me. I feel powerless. But I must have some sort of purpose. We all do.