Pumpkins in Warm Weather

Another super photo heavy post...
Remember this guy?

 See, we carved pumpkins: 

 My Knight's was like a bat from Adventure Time, which is adorable and wonderful.

 Mine was super happy!

 See?  So happy. 

 Thing is though, it's been really hot for Autumn.  

 So, while a Jack O' Lantern would normally last a while...

 This year...

 Not so much. 

 First it was just some dental problems... 

 But it quickly went down hill from there. 

 My Knight compared his to Michael Jackson.

 While mine...

 Oh.

 Oh dear lord.

Nope.  

Pumpkin Carving and Bloody Fingers

Once again, an awesome pumpkin (or two) has been carved with the help of my friends. 

This one was my Knight's:  

Aren't they cute?? 

And, once again, I cut my hands up pretty badly for the sake of this pumpkin art.  

I have no regrets.  

Halloween Season!

I'm one of those people who gets over excited about Autumn.  

 After living in the desert, I missed the trees changing to be sure…

But Halloween is what really gets me.  

I love the corny and cute strange things.

The moment it becomes fall, I buy a thousand pairs of socks.

I start huffing various pumpkin-related candles.

I start going to decoration isles to pick out stuff for my future haunted mansion.

I have imaginary children.

I have imaginary pets.

I decorate my boyfriend.

I think up a million costume ideas, knowing I'll wind up doing one of the few I always do all the time, because I'll run out of time to do anything else.

Every so often, I am reminded of the classic horror characters of my youth.  
I decided to try quick sketches of whatever came to mind...

 I had a crush on Lon Chaney Jr. as a kid, and I loved the tragedy of the Wolfman. 

 The Egyptian imagery that comes along with the Mummy can be really beautiful when done right. 

 "Bleh bleh"  

 Boo! 

There are a few seconds of behind the scenes of The Creature From the Black Lagoon on a family home video somewhere...  

 "FIRE BAD"

 My father says Bride of Frankenstein is the superior film to the first.  In some ways, I can see that.  

 "Help me..."

I actually don't know what this bird lady is about. 

 
In any case, what makes this year special is that it's a good opportunity for me to take another step toward healing. 

Out of my own stubbornness, I'll want to try cider again, and certain Halloween candy, even if it says "may contain" whatever. 

I'll live dangerously, while actually being totally safe.

A couple years ago, my friend and I sat down and finished off a family sized box of Count Chocula in less than a weekend.  I want to be the person who will do that again. 

In fact, it's some kind of sign from above that Fruit Brute and Yummy Mummy are back after so many years of being discontinued. 

…Also, I should probably give Frankenberry another chance, since he is apparently supposed to actually be strawberry.  
Well, "strawberry flavored" anyway.  


 

I Wrote a Blog-Like Thing!

Soon, I'll have a real post for (all 7 of) you.
I'm in the process of moving EVERYTHING I ever owned back to my homeland...  I'm sure that'll be a post too.  Hopefully a happy one.


...For now, here are some examples of how well I've been handling myself since my not so triumphant return.  Please click on any images that you feel should be blown up larger.  Clearly, my art here has such amazing amounts of detail that you'll want to see every pen stroke. :-D  Shh.

First of all, I've lost my grasp on the English language.  I say things that make sense on some level, but not enough levels:

Also, my mom and I totally just had two different conversations with ourselves... at each other...  as though we were talking to each other.  Soooo crazy is a family trait.  Good to know.


This mega crazy factor has been hard on my friendships.  Well, that isn't true.  It SHOULD have been hard on them, but thankfully my closest friends are endlessly patient.  I've even met some new people who very quickly showed just how wonderful they are.

Still, I feel like this is what is happening:

I've also developed an odd relationship with food.
Now, even as a kid, I've always had that to a certain extent for a number of reasons, (and I'll write a blog post about that next I think) but this is just ridiculous.  The paranoia is amazing:

I lost a good ten to fifteen pounds in two weeks before moving back.  This is particularly awful because I was only about 100 pounds to begin with at my heaviest.

So:

I know I'm already starting to look better as my confidence slowly returns, but for now, I still feel like I look like crap.  


Lastly, my sense of heat seems off.  Everything is either too warm or too cold, and I blame the fact that I'm underweight again.

This is what I look like while trying to turn off the air conditioning unit in my parent's bedroom:

I'll explain myself better next time.
In the meantime, I wrote a thing!

Lookit:
Dating Horror Stories: The Mistake

Also, a silly poem:
Summertime Questions

...and a book review:
Snake Skin


With that, I leave you with a sexy Alice and a happy pumpkin.