all hallows

It's Halloween, all hallows eve. My costume needs attention and work, yet I find myself at the computer once again. Typical me.
Instead of reveling in the festivities of the day, I have spent the last few hours working away relentlessly on my college applications. It's an odd feeling, condensing the bulk of your high school career into a few pages, your dreams and aspirations into a few lines.
Then there's the personal statement, where you only have a few paragraphs to mystify your audience with some incredible happening. I've been told this should come eay for me...several times. But being a writer simply hasn't prepared me for this. Out of all the things that I could write down on that small, blank space...how am I to choose? Which moment is the right moment?
All of this uncertainty has left a strange, foreign feeling in the air. The house seems too quiet and the clatter of the keyboard, far too loud.
I'm clouded over and confused about so many things at present, yet these emotions meet in a head-on collision with calm and sponteneity.
If it seems like this entry is scattered and difficult, my apologies.
The truth is that the future is a daunting concept, even more so when you have no pretense as to where it is headed.
This is not my usual October.