Every year I have inner turmoil about doing fall things too early. Can you be religious about a season? I feel like that's borderline how I am...or maybe I just like a little tradition. I have these sort of rules about fall. I can't watch Hocus Pocus until October. I can't go apple picking until it's officially fall, though I like to hold out for October for that too. I don't know why. It just doesn't feel right to be drinking a pumpkin latte (Sorry, Dunkin) or watching Halloween movies when it's 80 degrees out.
I've already been trying to plan some fall trips, but I haven't been too successful. I just know that I'm going to Vermont at some point. I was trying to find some other towns besides Salem that are good for Halloween but there didn't seem to be too much. Maybe Sleepy Hollow? I'm not sure.
I need some new fall goals. One of them is definitely to dye my hair dark again. Another is to have a Halloween party, which I'm already planning. I'm not sure what else there is to do that I haven't done yet. I'm turning 25, but I have no idea if anyone is planning anything. Gahhh. A quarter of a century old! It's kind of a big deal (to me, anyway). I want it to be special. I love to be surprised, so that's why I try to leave it to other people but it doesn't tend to work out that way. Womp womp. I know that some people hate birthdays or don't care about them, but I love them. I love my birthday and I don't think I'll ever hate it because I'm getting older. They're just so fun!
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