Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, September turned into October. For a chick who’s been impatiently waiting for all kinds of things to hurry up and get here, September went by really fast.
This is a good thing. Reason number one being the fact that my 21st birthday is coming up in less than two weeks. TWO WEEKS, PEOPLE. Get ready for the 21st anniversary of awesomeness. I’m still unsure as to how I’m going to celebrate, but as long as there’s the excellent combination of beer, friends and possibly drunken karaoke, I know it will be an excellent time.
Although it probably can’t get classier than that. Living on a prayer, indeed.
Also, Halloween is coming up, and I’m absolutely determined to come up with a costume even remotely as good as last year’s. My Gaga/Cher/showgirl-inspired outfit came together effortlessly, especially considering I hardly had to put any money into it. The dress came from my mom, who wore it to the CMA awards the year before I was born. However, unlike me, she wore it as an actual, socially-acceptable frock and not an over-the-top costume. The ridiculous headdress that completed the outfit was the result of a conversation with John sometime before my birthday.
John: What do you want for your birthday?
Cassie: … A headdress, obviously.
Two weeks and one taken-very-seriously request later, I was wearing the greatest headdress in existence for Halloween, and everybody loved me.
Several hours into the night, and I’m still in character.
So, I’m going to have to try and top that. Let the brainstorm session begin.
Meanwhile, despite my looking forward to all of this, my stubborn self still hopes summer weather has not come to an end. For some reason, I’m still often surprised that it’s chilly outside. Every time I walk outside and feel the cool air and notice the sun is already way-descended at 3 p.m., I say to myself, “Guess it’s not summer anymore.”
Well, yeah. It’s been that way for a little while.
I’ve still got all my summer dresses hanging in the closet, hoping to be plucked from the tight space to be worn again. But they don’t belong there anymore. My fall clothes are still locked up in the cedar chest, which has a large stereo and two lamps on it. I do not want to mess with that. But my feet are freezing and flip flops just aren’t cutting it anymore. Guess I’ll just have to adjust.
Welcome back, Fall. I’ll be ready for you soon enough.