i have a soft spot for Halloween. i`m not a big fan of the scary things popping out/ gory aspect of it, but i do love candy, creative costumes, pumpkins, the seasonal temperature drop, and the movie Hocus Pocus. i also realized that my dad is secretly very fond of Halloween. we never get more than 20-30 kids who come to trick-or-treat at our house, but he always ends up buying a ridiculous amount of candy. i gave out about ten pieces of candy to all the kids who stopped by our house, and we still have several unopened bags of “fun size” Snickers and Kit Kat bars. i guess chocolate`s going to be a big part of my diet for the next few weeks.
last night, i had a 10:35 flight back to LA from San Francisco, and i had a bowling bag, a very filled backpack, and a sleeping bag as carry on. i was walking in the narrow aisle to my seat in the plane, and a flight attendant greeted me and then asked, “are you running away from home?” i sort of laughed and said no, but i don`t think she really believed me. the way she said, “okay…” was coated with suspicion.
even though it`s not Sunday anymore, i`m going to write like it`s still Sunday because today (Sunday, pretend it`s not Monday yet) was a very important day in my life.
close to where i live, there`s this sketch looking fortune teller place that i`ve driven by thousands of times. the shop is sort of questionable in a comical way, and if the lights weren`t always on, you`d think it was deserted. near the entrance is this statue of an old bearded wizard in a blue robe with stars holding a staff and a crystal ball (i think; my memory doesn`t seem to be very good lately, but i have a feeling that`s what the guy looks like).
today (Sunday) while driving by, for the first time in my nineteen years of life, i saw a customer leave this fortune teller place. my heart was doing crasay somersaults in my chest while i rolled down the window to get a better view. i was so excited that the place was still in business and wasn`t actually abandoned. i guess that`s sort of strange because i probably will never pay the shopkeeper a visit.
i think the one thing that would have made this whole “experience” better was if the customer that had walked out wasn`t dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and was instead dressed like the wizard statue`s counterpart. i`m not complaining though. i was seriously fcuking excited.