I hate this time of year. I can’t wait for fall to come. With its crisp air and floating leaves and pumpkins. Yes, pumpkins. Who doesn’t love a good pumpkin pie or a jack-o-lantern or pumpkin seeds? Nobody, that’s who. And then there’s Halloween which is probably one of my favorite days just because it’s so mysterious and I feel a connection to the dead. There’s also the fact that they show every scary movie ever made on TV and I love cheesy scary movies. Some of my cutest shoes are fall shoes and I would say that my entire fall wardrobe is just great. I can’t wait for it. I wrote three poems yesterday in a matter of 5 minutes. They were not something that I would publish or anything but it was just me writing exactly what my emotions were telling me. It was fantastic. I love when the mood hits me that way because I can tell that those are my exact feelings and not just something I wrote down that rhymes. And I finished a 338 page novel in 3 hours. I’m on a creative roll. And then I wrote a really insightful entry on the rigors of being a virgin that I don’t think I’ll post.