October

October. The eighth month. Wait - doesn't "oct" mean eight? What the hell?
You know, like "octopus"?

Whatever.
October. The... tenth month. The month of Colombus Day, that glorious holiday when all the retail stores breathe a sigh of relief and set out their aluminum Christmas trees.

The month of Halloween. Candy! Costumes! Drunken wandering in the streets all night wearing hot pink pumps that are a size too small! What a beautiful holiday.

October. The month when we finally stop complaining how cold summers in San Francisco are, because it's now a full seven or eight degrees colder.

October. Libras turn a year older in October, and they're the funnest sign to call "old". They never want to joke about it though, they just get sad.

I don't know about other people's Octobers, but mine have always been eventful. There's been romance, danger, adventure, and a good heaping of confusion. It's always the time of year when I'm not exactly sure what the hell is going on (that almost never happens) but I guess I'll just go with it. (Also almost never happens.)

This October has mostly just been Wheat Thins and flipping through advertising annuals from the 80s, but I also, as you may have heard, got a new Xbox, and I got to bring my umbrella to work for the time since I started there.

One lesson of October: be careful what you wish for. This morning I mentioned that I needed a bulletin board, and now I have one that is, literally, longer than I am tall and two inches short of the top of my cubicle. I keep looking back over my shoulder, expecting some kind of portal to open up on it's surface, and Post-it note goblins to come out and kidnap me. And then take me back to their perilous world of see-through pushpins.

I also started this blog in October. One year ago. Happy Birthday, blog!!!!

I give October a 7 out of ten. I might have given it an 8, but then it would just look like I was trying to be cute with the whole oct thing.