This is halloween, halloween, halloween.

If upon reading that title any of you are singing along to the tune of the song from Tim Burton's halloween movie (the Corpse Bride?) , then you are truly in the halloween spirit. Halloween is on the horizon and I am planning on spending my entire night working on my Mopro Part 1 (WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO!) but I might as well try to feel the spirit, despite the lack of Halloween candy in my stomach. When I see my sister carving pumpkins and picking out her warmest costume for trick-or-treating, I feel some major nostalgia of haunted houses, apple cider, pictures on the front porch, and the movie "Hocus Pocus." In retrospect the movie Hocus Pocus is a slightly disturbing and messed up movie for an 8 year old to be watching on a monthly basis, but that was my childhood at my grandma's house. Oh how I loved watching Sara Jessica Parker singing "Come little children I'll take thee away" on her broomstick or Bette Midler melting into nonexistence. No wonder I turned into such a strange kid.

I went to a Catholic elementary school, and despite the opinions of the witchcraft-hating nuns who ran the place, we had an unbelievable Halloween carnival every year. It may have just been a bunch of lame booths in a church basement, but it was definitely the highlight of the year. Not only would we get to win awesome prizes (I probably collected about ten jars of goldfish from those carnivals over the years) and get completely spooked in the HUGE haunted house, we would get to see all of our friends and teachers decked out in their crazy costumes. Every time Halloween rolls around and I see all the girls wearing their skimpy "costumes" (seriously, how is lingerie a witch costume?) I wish I could travel back to the magical halloween nights of the past. Maybe stealing some of my sister's Reese's cups will help treat the nostalgia.