Hey, You Should Update Your Blog.

Sometimes it just takes a virtual voice from Paris to remind you that you need to keep writing. Thank you, Daniel.

In most places today is Halloween. In Jackson, it's Sunday--a day for Church and family lunches. We had our fair share of trick-or-treaters last night, many of whom were driven door-to-door by their parents, a custom I have yet to encounter elsewhere. Winning costume? Probably "Sponge-Bob Dead." Or the tiny girl dressed in a beautiful red velvet dress who didn't quite understand that when you gave her candy she didn't have to give it back to you. She also would have spent the evening hanging in Emily's hallway if her parents didn't remind her that it was time to move on to a different house.

We were a pretty eclectic bunch, I'd say. My streak of attempting to be something "local" every Halloween (I think I exhausted every Skidmore place or thing there ever could be) sort of worked out; there is a local bar called the Electric Cowboy, so of course I donned by new boots and plaid and old gold leggings (a staple in my wardrobe, I think) and attempted to carry around a lightblub. Electric Cowgirl. Get it? Sort of. We went to a Jackson Halloween gathering right across from the Capital and saw Hitler and Anne Frank (really? Really.), "God's Gift to Women," a chasidic man, Flo from the Progressive commercials (Jul, your costume was better), a great dinosaur, and several other notable figures. I met a TFAer who went to Bates and knows the One and Only Mikey Pasek. Basically it was totally Jackson, totally lovely. The Taco and the Man in the Sombrero drove me home to our Belhaven abodes, I somehow found "B'loons" online and now miss Alex and Ray terribly, and went to bed!

Today Sara and I are going to engage in the age old tradition of eating bagels on Sunday (obviously the bagel place is open on Sunday. Go figure), Traci and I are going to see "Waiting for Superman" which finally came to Jackson, and eventually I'll grab Lauren from the airport and hear of her Philadelphia Adventures.

I really do promise to update this more often. A few days ago I decided I should write a haiku a day, because I love writing haikus and I have decided that I am going to become famous one of two ways: 1) independent wealth, or 2) writing a really great blog that rivals that 14-year-old fashion blogger who had the hilarious New Yorker profile. It could happen, right?

So here is the haiku for the morning. Or, rather, of the afternoon. But it's the day after Halloween, so really it's morning:


Candy Corn Jesus
I hope you are not angry
Today is Sunday.


Love Always and More Stories Soon,

Claire