Halloween is a holiday I always look forward to but never seem to enjoy when the actual day arrives. I love seeing all the Jack-O-Lanterns and ghost shaped cookies but never get around to doing them myself. I especially procrastinate when it comes to putting a costume together. I’m that crazy person who goes to the costume store on October 30th to find the cheapest item and combine it with random clothes from my closet. On the one day “too much skin for a not so skinny girl” is acceptable, I find the most modest outfit and go bundled in scarves and jackets. I’m probably more provocative in my everyday clothes, which is saying something.
It’s really a shame though because the one year I want to really do something is the one year I’m in a city that doesn’t celebrate. Before I left and before I knew I was leaving, my friends and I bounced back different ideas from Peter Pan to Wicked to Alice in Wonderland, and even Star Trek. I was really enthused about the idea of finding the perfect character. Sigh, it’s probably just one of those reverse psychology situations. What you can’t have you want. I probably would’ve ended up digging through my closet, last minute, and resorted to being Mulan or something. I mean, I’ve got that Asian part down.
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