Pumpkin Cookie Nostalgia/My So-Called Obsession

I think it’s finally set in. I’m realizing that I no longer have the luxury of picking up my cell phone to call or text, asking to get coffee or if it’s cool to come over and bake. Now that I no longer have that luxury, I feel like I took it for granted.

It’s finally set in. My sister is in Seattle, Washington, and I miss her.

As I’ve said before, her moving to Washington has been a long time coming, and it never really bothered me until recently. It doesn’t bother me, more like sunk in. Hit me. I’ve semi-lost the person I had so much fun with. Sure, we still communicate via text and Facebook, but it doesn’t compare to the flesh and blood aspect of our interactions.

I miss making homemade cookies and pumpkin rolls while listening to ’90’s Industrial. I miss accompanying her to Starbucks to get pumpkin spice lattes when late September rolled around. I miss her and her fiancé coming over in the Summer for barbecues. I miss asking her for advice, seeing her reaction and contemplating what to do about said issue. I seriously miss just hanging out with her.

The reason for all this nostalgia is quiet simple and even silly some might be so bold to say. The early ’90’s show My So-Called Life.

Some odd years ago when I first heard (and later saw live) the band 30 Seconds To Mars, my sister informed me that lead singer/guitarist Jared Leto wasn’t just a musician, but also an actor. She told me she first saw him in Life, and at the time I had no idea what she was talking about. The show aired in 1994, meaning she was thirteen and I was three. The reason why I had no idea what she was talking about.

I now know exactly what she was talking about.

I stumbled upon My So-Called Life somewhat by accident. I was watching the movie Juno a week or two ago, and Ellen Page’s character made a reference to the show. At the time, I didn’t know it was a reference until I looked the movie up on IMDb (Internet Movie Database). For some reason, I have this obsession with looking up the various trivia/goofs to the movies I watch. It makes them more interesting. With my curiosity piqued, I opened a new tab and proceeded to go to Netflix’s website…And my curiosity was satisfied because indeed it was on Netflix. 

That, however, was a couple of weeks ago. I found out that My So-Called Life was on Netflix a couple of weeks ago and I just finished the nineteenth and final episode this morning. I started watching it yesterday morning and finished it this morning. I blame the fact that I couldn’t sleep, and the AMC show Breaking Bad. The reason why I didn’t pursue the nineteen episodes of Life right away was because I was catching up on the gritty and violent misadventures of Walter White and Jesse Pinkman that can only be Breaking Bad. Now, I can go on all day long about what a great show Bad is, but that isn’t the topic of my obsession today.

My So-Called Life is a great show. It’s a show that anyone who’s been through the torrential pressure and strange triumphs of high school can relate to. There’s this realistic vibe you get when watching it, like you’re actually in the hallways and classrooms of Liberty High. It sounds a little weird saying that because it aired eighteen years ago, but there a lot of shows/movies that I find myself liking that came out even earlier than ’94. It’s crazy that Claire Danes (main character Angela Chase) and Jared Leto (Angela’s love interest, Jordan Catalano) got recognized because of the show. It’s amazing to watch films like The Rainmaker and Romeo + Juliet (among many others), as well as Showtime series Homeland and think of how far Danes has come as an actress. The same thing can be said for Leto. With an extremely successful band and films like Fight Club, American Psycho and Lord Of War (among many others as well) under his belt, it’s also amazing to see how far he has come as an actor (not to mention a musician, but that is for another day entirely). 

During the short time it took me to complete the series, I felt an instant connection to Angela and all that was going on around her. Sure, I cannot relate to everything she experienced her sophomore year, but I definitely know how it feels to navigate through high school. One minute your accomplishments can make you feel on top of the world, and the next the pressures and expectations bestowed upon you (and every student for that matter), can shallow you whole. It’s honestly challenging some times. One day your best friend can indeed be your best friend, the next they’re your worst enemy. One day you think you know everything there is to know about your crush, the next they’re sending you those dreaded mixed messages and it’s like you’re invisible all over again…

Usually this is the part where I tend to spill too much about whatever I’m talking about, whether it be a movie, book, or in this case, a TV show. This time I will do no such thing. I could go on all day about what happens in the show, but that wouldn’t be fair to anyone who hasn’t seen it and honestly, who wants someone else raining on their parade? I’d say I’ve done pretty good so far. In not spilling the beans, that is. Anyone could tell you how a TV show or movie is, but to really connect with said TV show or movie, you have to see it for yourself.

…As I said before, My So-Called Life is a great show and the unlikely reason for the pumpkin-cookie-nostalgia I’m feeling…Yes, you read right. Pumpkin. Cookie. Nostalgia…I honestly didn’t think that when I watched the first episode (and all nineteen for that matter), that I would not only be able to connect and relate, but also that the fact that my sister lives some 2,000 miles away finally sunk in. It’s good to know that even though we’re apart, we can still connect in the most strangest of ways.

Sometimes the miles between don’t mean a thing.

Graveyard Shift, Take 2

I should be sleeping right now. There are no two ways around that fact. My head should be resting on my headless Jack Skellington pillow case, listening to the tick-tock motions of the clock hanging in my room and Aiden’s latest release, Disguises, both slowly aiding in helping me achieve the sleep I so gravely desire. Needless to say, that isn’t happening or else I obviously wouldn’t be writing this post. Instead, I’m sitting on the futon in the area outside of my bedroom, listening to Aiden on shuffle on iTunes, wide awake.

Honestly, I’m not too sure how I’m as awake as I am. This past weekend, I got a grand total of 7 and a half hours of sleep…3 and a half hours Sunday morning when I came home at 6 in the morning from my second overnight 10pm to 6am price changing spree, and 4 hours Monday morning, waking up for the usual early morning shift that starts ironically at 6 in the morning…I’m not complaining that I’m not getting enough sleep because that’s the last thing I want to do. I remember there was a time where I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life and a part of me hated it, while the other embraced its ability to unleash my creative chaos. Now, I honestly don’t want to fall asleep. I feel bad for falling asleep during the day, especially on a day that I don’t work. I feel like if I sleep in or nap during the day, then I didn’t accomplish anything, like my day is ruined, wasted. Why do I feel like this? I haven’t the slightly idea. I actually miss not being able to fall asleep. My creative side misses the random early morning writing sprees, accompanied by my iTunes library on shuffle. There have been nights/mornings where I battle the monster of Insomnia and the plague of stomach pain, but I wouldn’t say those count…My creative side doesn’t appreciate those nights/mornings at all, the same can be said for my not-so-creative side. No matter which way you cut it, nights/mornings like that suck majorly.

Luckily this Tuesday morning, I’m not plagued by anything except the fact that I’m wide awake. I wouldn’t really call that being plagued because this post is coming out of my inability of wanting to fall asleep, and usually being plagued wouldn’t produce anything but frustration and an hour or two of just staring at my alarm clock, shuffling through my Classic. Therefore, I’m not necessarily plagued per say, just able to find enough energy to create something meaningful out of an unlikely situation.

…It’s now almost noon on this Tuesday morning, and in case you haven’t been paying attention or fell asleep, you’ll notice that I myself fell asleep. Yes, I honestly thought I was stronger than that, but after walking around my kitchen aimlessly with Aiden on shuffle on my iPod, then retreating to my room, I found myself gravitating to my comfy sheets at a quicker rate than usual. Now, that I’m more well-rested than I was at 1 this morning, I’m not too sure what to write about now. I blame the lack of sleep…Lack of sleep ironically makes me think more, causing me to spill whatever I’m thinking about onto my keyboard…Plus my laptop was already turned on, the shining beacon of possibility among my never-ending harbor of racing thoughts. Yes, you read right. I just typed that. Unfortunately, it is true at the moment. I not too sure what to write about. Sure, my mind is racing as usual, but it’s more or less just the itinerary of my day off, which isn’t very interesting and I don’t want to disappoint with something that isn’t remotely interesting. I bet that if I was attending school right now, I would have loads of interesting things to share. Then again if I had classes, I probably wouldn’t be finishing this post and there’s a good chance it might not have been written because I would’ve already been sleeping by the time I started composing it early this morning. There certainly are advantages to that fact, but this is not a ranting post and I don’t want to turn it into one so close to the end. Besides, I’ve already ranted about college and I hate to repeat myself.

Right now, it’s a little after 1 and I’m listening to The Word Alive. I might as well find something interesting to do now that I’m not a walking zombie. Maybe get a Grande fancy coffee drink from Starbucks and if the weather persists to be somewhat beautiful, go to the park and then after watch The Shining with my boyfriend. Who knows, maybe I’ll go on an adventure and discover something outrageously interesting to write about along the way. Maybe I’ll go out on a whim and get another piercing without telling anyone…Which I honestly just might do one day, just not today. I’m not psyched up for it and the proper notifications haven’t been made, but when it happens, I will surely write about it.

This is what happens when I work the weekend graveyard shift. I can’t fall asleep, then I end up falling asleep later. Don’t worry, there’s more to come…And I will dub it ‘Graveyard shift, Take 3’. *hint, hint*.

It’s amazing what happens when you can’t sleep.

October Anatomy

Fall. Autumn. The third out of fourth season. Whatever you want to call it, there’s no sure-fire way of denying that it’s here. And it’s definitely here.

It’s the season where everything changes, whether you want it to or not. The mornings are becoming colder and colder. The sun rises later, and is then defeated by the night sky even earlier. The leaves are changing from their crisp summer green to their crimson, orange, and yellow fall counterparts…All this makes you wonder where summer went, and how fast is winter really approaching.

I’ll be honest, I love walking home from school in the fall. From the warm, burning smell that seems to linger in the air, to the changing leaves falling and crunching under my feet. All while listening to the company of my iPod, away in my own world, but still fully aware of the cars and other people walking past. Some of the songs remind me of the season. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because it is Fall, or maybe because they were actually intended for this time of year. Or maybe it’s just me being me. Whatever the case may be, I still love it.

The festivities are what really get me. I mean, every holiday has their own decorations and treats, but something about Fall decorations and treats makes me feel warm and happy. I know that probably sounds kind of lame, but’s it’s the honest-to-God truth. I love the Pumpkin Lattes at any participating Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts, the huge pieces of pumpkin pie, with a very, very generous amount of whipped cream on top, and especially, Halloween. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, even though some would say it’s not considered a holiday. Whatever you choose, you can’t deny that getting free candy is a bad thing because it’s not. At least I don’t think it is.

With all this love for the Fall, it makes me wonder where summer went…It seems like it went by wayyy too fast…And remember winter is just around the corner. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Don’t get me wrong, winter can be pretty beautiful, but it makes me think of how close the year is ending already. In less than two months, it will be December, which means Christmas, which then means a new year is drawing closer than it is now.

It’s kind of sad thinking of how such a beautiful season seems to be passing and changing as fast as the leaves. I mean, there’s still another month of Fall left, but doesn’t feel like it. I plan on enjoying the rest of what Fall has to offer, and savor its beauty and awesomeness as much as I can.

Let the pumpkins glow and the candy bags overflow.

The most fun I’ve had in a long time…

My best friend, Chelsea, and I decided to hang out. It used to be almost like a tradition every since the 8th grade to hang out every weekend and in the summer. Just one day devoted entirely to the two of us hanging out. Sadly, this summer and this past school year, we’ve been pretty much failing horribly on that tradition, and yesterday was a rarity. A good one at that.

We walked from my house to our usual hang out spot, Ridge Park Square. We didn’t have much to talk about because we had been talking almost all weekend and the majority of the week. It was drizzling and very humid! I literally broke a sweat walking, and I usually never do, but I did. The heat from outside pretty much evaporated when we walked in Starbucks, and the large (or as frequent Starbucks patrons would say “Venti”) Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino was, no lie, the best I’ve had to date. While we sat there, observing a couple new paintings on the wall, we talked about how our summer was going. She showed me her class ring she’d gotten for her birthday, then proceeded to tell me about the craziest dream pertaining to the ring. Pretty crazy. XD

After Starbucks, we walked around the Square, still talking about the most random of things. We went into a couple stores and I was absolutely freezing in every one of them. Granted, the A/C was on in all of them, but still. I had the most insane goosebumps. We walked into Bath and Body Works and as usual, I was overwhelmed with smells. Citrus. Vanilla. Peppermint. You name it, it was there. Only a few steps in, and I stumbled upon a new collection called American Grown. There were different body washes/hand soaps with real extracts from different fruits in the U.S. All of them smelled amazing, and just like the real thing, with the exception of the scent entitled ‘Montana Sky’. That smelled like Dawn dishsoap. I ended up purchasing ‘Siesta Key Lemon’.

Walking out of the store, it wasn’t as humid as it was before, but it was still pretty warm. It wasn’t drizzling anymore, which was good. Usually, Chelsea and I have a routine. We hit certain stores, one after the other. Today we wanted to change it up a bit. The two of us got Amp energy drinks, and made fun of the ridiculous pictures in magazines on the shelves. While standing outside the store, we talked about how lame some people’s Myspace pictures look. I don’t have a Myspace because I think it’s extremely overrated (Yes, I said it! Strike me down where I stand XD), but she does, and I some times go on to check hers out because it’s public. She noticed that some people totally knock off other people’s pictures, and I think that’s really stupid. She told me that someone pretty much copied the pose and set up of this one picture of this girl we know from school. Coincidentally, the girl whose picture was  being copied, was at the same store we were at. I smiled at that, and texted her when I got home.

Feeling unusually adventurous, we decided to walk to Best Buy, then across the parking lot to Taco Bell. While in Best Buy, we looked at different cell phones, and she showed me the type of laptop she got as a birthday present. Then, we went through all the alphabetized CD section, despite the fact no one really buys CDs anymore. The last time I got CDs was 2 years ago for Christmas. Growing totally bored of standing around, looking at CDs (possibly loitering…lol), we left the store and proceeded to walk across the parking lot to Taco Bell. On our way to awesome food at cheap prices, she told me that there was the rumored possibility that Avenged Sevenfold might be playing with Metallica when they come to our city in October.  Her and I both saw Avenged in February, and it would be the coolest thing to see them again. Finally, we made it to Taco Bell, even though it wasn’t even that far. It just made me smile ’cause I haven’t been walking that far for awhile.  She ordered a chicken burrito and I ordered a supreme chalupa. Don’t ask me why exactly it’s called a chalupa. XD It’s still really good.

Not feeling like eating it inside, we walked past Best Buy and walked back to the square and ate at the tables outside of the Cold Stone Creamery. A couple minutes after we sat down, some guy with a Taco Bell bag sat at the table across from us. He then, got up, threw his bag away, and went inside Cold Stone Creamery. We both laughed because that was our plan. Taco Bell then Cold Stone Creamery. She told me that when he got up, he looked at me and smiled. My face turned red and I wanted to hit her with my Jack and Sally tote. I still smiled.  We then left the table and went inside Cold Stone. Chelsea got Lemon Italian Sorbet with Country Time Pink Lemonade and sprinkles, and I got a signature ice cream, a Strawberry Blonde. Strawberries, whipped cream, crushed pie crust, and caramel sauce never tasted so incredibly awesome! XD We then walked back to Starbucks and sat down outside, eating our awesome ice cream, waiting to be picked up by my mom.

It was the most fun that I’ve had in a long time. I had a blast hanging out with her. She’s one of my best friends and it’s always fun to hang out with friends. I hope we can do something like this before school starts.

Friends are some times the most sanest people you know.