Halloween Costumes: The Ridiculous to the Relevant

Hello once more. It is now time for me to randomly rant some more. Please comment if you wish, I will love you for it (possibly). So my insomnia won over yesterday and I was up till 5 am this morning. Watching Doctor Who and making my Halloween costume. What might my costume have been? The TARDIS of course. What is a TARDIS??? (I can't believe you are asking me this...for shame) See here:

 (it's a Doctor Who thing....wibbley wobbley timey wimey stuff, maybe I'll do a DW info blog later, otherwise, just look it up, it's everywhere on the internet) 

Ok, now that we are all on the same page again, as I sat around working on my costume I started thinking about the interestingness that is Halloween. I mean, it was derived from Samhain, and ended up becoming, at least in the US, a day during which we watch scary movies, eat way too much sweets, and wear either extremely, umm, immodest, or quirky costumes. (I am not talking about small children here, fyi. Hopefully their costumes do not fall into the immodest category.)

Halloween seems to be the one time in the year when it is completely acceptable for women to wear, and on occasion men too, the least amount of clothing possible, while still being clothed. Which is an odd phenomenon to me, coming from a private school, and never really having been to Halloween parties or anything of the sort in high school. Last year I worked during the weekend before Halloween, and this year, I have to work on Halloween. However, seeing the costumes people have prepared, or are wearing, is interesting to say the least.

Where did wearing a costume to confuse spirits and possibly avoid possession, or dressing as saints and demon, turn into this ritual of seeing who can wear the most ridiculous, fabric-less garb? See interesting article here: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/10/081027-halloween-facts-costumes-history.html

Whether there are political portrayals or characters from books and movies, I'm am always intrigued to see what costumes will be walking around campus. Even more interesting are the differences between some costumes, how two Red Riding Hoods can be so very different. Everyone puts their own tweak on their costume, just be being themselves.

There are so many unique and creative costumes out there, don't get me wrong. I personally applaud those who go for the quirky. (It's just more my style). And I do believe that everyone has the right to wear what they want, they should't be objectified for it. (As I sit here semi-judging). I think that if people want to be scantily clad, more power to them. Because, I guess it isn't really the fact that some outfits might seem immodest that bothers me. It's the fact that here in the Midwest, it can be in the 30's on Halloween. And there is no way I would be warm while wearing some of the costumes I've seen.

So, if you choose to wear something quirky, more scant, or somewhere in between this Halloween, I wish you luck! Enjoy the day, and the festivities that go with it. Just try not to get frostbite in the process!!!

Happy Trick-or-Treating!

Is this home?

Long time, no see blog-o-sphere. I hope that you have all been doing well and having a fantastic time in this world of ours. If not evident from the title, I am back home for the weekend. Which is the inspiration for this blog. Over the past year and a half, coming home, things have obviously changed. You know, minute details. Clothing, my brother can drive, new chairs, etc. That is to be expected, no?

Well, I am back in my old bedroom tonight, or should I say, my brother's new bedroom. Which is fine, I understand the need for my brothers to have their own rooms, it doesn't bother me. But the whole room is so different, so much new furniture, so unlike what it was. It's a bit of a shock to be honest. Am I saying my parents should have left it as is? No. I am not.

I think its just that the realization that I have nearly all of my earthly possessions with me at college is finally beginning to sink in. Knowing that if I were never to come back, not many of the things I own would be lost. The fact that the house I once knew has changed and adjusted so well without me that it is hardly noticeable that I ever lived here. These are the things that truly bother me. I am growing up, and with aging comes the realization that yes, things have to change. Whether I am ready for this or not, it is going to happen. I have to accept that, because unlike Peter Pan, I have no Neverland to run away to.

Over the past week I have been considering my future. Where I might be in the next 2 years, graduating from college, likely with at least 3 majors and a minor. Yet, even with those degrees, my future is so uncertain in these times. I don't exactly majors that open me up to a range of job opportunities. I am single, so I still have a ways to go in the department of any relationship. I am quite literally on my own, and if things don't change, I will be alone and jobless in two years, which is terrifying. I am just now beginning to realize the magnitude of this.

I have been lucky to avoid paying very much for my education. I am so lucky and blessed to have the people that I do in my life. But in truth, the future is quite terrible to think about, and perhaps it is the same for all of us. The thrill of adventure and the unknown is short lived by the terror that may be. Yet I must realize, that in as much there is the possibility of great happiness. What a gift that could be.

So keep dreaming and reaching for the stars, just always remember to watch where you land.