Summer Hatin'

I'm sitting at my desk on my second-last day of work. It's nice and cool in this office (the finger's on my right hand feel like a well-crafted ice sculpture) yet I know that it's boiling outside. Summer has decided to rear its head one last time.

The past week or so has been filled with packing and, subsequently, taking inventory of my possessions. I have an entire suitcase filled with books and shoes. There is another filled with girly things like chiffon blouses and scented facial moisturizers. If there was anything that came out of this summer, it's that my wardrobe and cosmetics collection has become significantly, I don't know, feminine? I wear (a very pale, almost-white) pink now. I own more than nine kinds of blush. Is this an issue?

While I do have the obligatory sundress or sleeveless blouse in those suitcases, I keep getting unreasonably giddy when I think about the oncoming autumn. Kingston turns into a gorgeous little mosaic of fall colours. It even smells differently. Maybe the dying leaves do something? It seems that I take an odd joy and comfort in the decaying greenery around me.

I get to wear brown and green. I get to wear my mustard yellow coat. Dark red lipsticks are in fashion now, so maybe I can exude some Morticia Addams, at least lip-wise. You won't see me snipping the blossoms off roses anytime soon.

Dear Morticia

Autumn is also a time for Starbucks' pumpkin spice lattes. If I could have any year-round indulgences from this season, that would be it. I remember doing a mass order of Starbucks for work last November (mass order being running around taking people's drink orders so I could walk to Starbucks for nine containers of hot liquid) where, like, most of the orders were for these little cups of pumpkin heaven. They're amazing. If you want to try anything from this overpriced mecca of gourmet drinks, try this. Not salted caramel lattes. No. Ew.

With the autumn weather also comes my tan fading into a reasonably human colour, scarves, Halloween (I already have my costume!) and my birthday. I still can't decide whether I want to actually go out, or fall over the handlebars of my bike and walk home in the rain, carting around my now-broken mode of transportation.* Stay tuned!

Meanwhile, here's another song to soothe your senses as we transition into the most glorious season of all. Be sure to watch the video. The first time I saw it, it sent me into a nostalgia trip like no other. I used to sit on my living room floor watching this cartoon. It was part of this Disney Halloween compilation video that I'm pretty sure my five year old self was obsessed over.

*The latter story is true. I was leaving Starbucks, my choice haunt for essay-writing, to go home and treat myself to some sushi. It had just rained so the roads were slippery. The strap of my stupid shoulder bag (such a long shoulder bag) got caught in the front wheel's splash guard. I (pretty much) flew over the front of the bike and landed on my palms and chest in the rainy street. Luckily no one saw,** but I still treated myself to chocolate alongside the salmon sushi.

**Well, not really. I ended up crying while walking home. Then it started raining ever so slightly. Then I had to say hello to an old friend who I may or may not have had a minor crush on a long time before that encounter. Since it was my 20th birthday, I also felt more purpose in this mini pity party. See, there's no shame in a pity party every once in a while.