Fall [fawl]: noun
the season of the year that comes after summer and before winter; autumn.
I can't believe it's already fall!
I've lived in Los Angeles for almost an entire year now.
So much experience, so many friendships, so many blessings!
I'm getting all mushy. *Squish squish*, here we go! I'm also using way too many exclaimation points. Let me get it out of my system... !!!!!!!!!
The unfortunate thing about SoCal is that we don't really get to experience the seasons. Everyone freaks out around January-February. Literally two drops of rain fall and people are doing 15mph on the I-405 partially because they don't know how to drive in the rain, and partially because no one can afford good tires due to the population of starving artists.
(Also, the roads are pretty bad here. But hey! We could be living in another country where rainfall means flooding and death. So... yay 'Merica!)
Whoops I just used another ! ...
The ratio of ! to . is 4 to 4 for the overall blog post, by the way. So, really I'm not doing THAT horribly.
Fall. Autumn. Harvest.
No seasons in Southern California.
This basically means I look and smell weird when I wear sweaters.
(Partially because I am sweating, and partially because I use all natural deodorant. It really doesn't work that well. I have to shower a lot more than aluminum-wearers.)
I don't really care because I love sweaters. I wear them all year 'round. They're adorable and they give women a soft look. Guys look amazing in them too, especially sweater vests. Yummers. I found my awesome sweater vest/crazy button up combo at a NoHo Thrift Store called "St. Anne's Thrift Shop". It was awesome. Twenty dollars for the fantastic getup. Twenty whole dollars that went to good use helping at risk mothers and families.
I got something awesome and hopefully someone else did as well.
I also got to let my inner nerd out.
(The whole sweater vest thing...)
Now all I need is some hot jock to throw me into a locker.
Hey, that doesn't sound so bad!