:)

I wish I was clever.

I'll work on it.

But in the meantime, what I really want is a puppy.

This one, actually.

Not the one with the sunglasses. The cute little furry one.

I've been feeling a little contemplative/profound lately.



Do you mind?





Thanks, I'll go ahead.

This is quite possibly the most beautiful picture I've ever seen. I don't know why. I can't explain it. But it makes me want to laugh and cry and dance and lay on the ground staring at the sky. It makes me happy and sad and loved and lonely and energetic and exhausted and confident and terrified and so many feelings that I think I might combust, but it makes me think that's okay too.

And I can't find it anywhere! I found it randomly on yahoo images. And I want to buy it and frame it and make it as big as a wall so everyone can see it and make it so small that I can hide it somewhere unexpected so that only I can ever see it.

Sometimes I'm a hardcore realist. I can be so pessimistic about love that I don't believe it exists and I think it can only ruin lives. And sometimes I can be the most hopeless romantic. Cheesy love ballads can make my heart soar.

Why is that? Why is it that people can hold all of those emotions and all of those ideas? Why don't we just explode?

You want to know something random?

Please, indulge me.

I was at a bar on Saturday night and I met a man. This part of the story really means nothing, here's the big part. This man said something that struck me. He said, "You need to stop waiting for life and start experiencing it."

WHOA.

Maybe I was a little smudge drunk, but I'm sober now, and that really is an incredible thing to say. It's an even more incredible thing to do.

Take a second now. Think about it. And then try it sometime. But preferably soon. I'm going to give it a shot.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

It's been a rollercoaster week, I can tell you that.

On Monday, I spent most of the day trying to relax while having all of the homework for the upcoming week keeping my mind restless.

On Tuesday, I survived. Not bad, not bad at all.

On Wednesday, I felt lonely. I don't know why. Sometimes it just hits you, I guess. I dragged myself to my classes much against my will. I dragged myself to dance rehearsal and tried, but my heart wasn't in it. And it showed.

On Thursday, I was hungover with loneliness. I felt physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. Was it that the sun had disappeared? By the end of the day, I reclaimed my happiness by taking a break from self-pity and cooking with friends. Friends and cooking are two of my favorite things.

Today, the sun came out to say hello again and so did my optimism. However, my hope for the weekend is pretty low. Rehearsals every day make refreshing my spirit kind of hard.

But I'll pull through.

Let's hope loneliness doesn't come knocking on my door again for a while.