It’s so easy to be depressed, but why? People put such an effort into being upset after a heartbreak, or a fight, or whatever it is. Turn off your depressing sad songs, and put on some fricking Beyonce. Dance around your room like a crazy person, put on a smile, and introduce yourself to someone new. Life goes on, and if you let life pass you by listening to depressing music, or dwelling on the past you might miss it. Don’t dwell on what happened yesterday, move on to tomorrow because that’s where the good stuff starts happening.
I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
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| — | Marilyn Monroe |
Something Cheesy
It turns out I missed out G-town more than I even realized. I had a great weekend home spending time with my friends, family and enjoying the foliage. I got to see my best friend who I haven’t seen since she left for college over a month ago which was great. I third wheeled her and her boyfriend on a coffee date, which is always fun… but really, it’s always fun. I actually love third wheeling them, but not in a weird way. We visited my dance studio, and for the first time watching all the girls I’ve been dancing with for six years I realized I wont be dancing there anymore. It made me really sad, but next weekend I’m bringing my shoes and I’m joining in whether they like it or not! And then there was that awkward party filled with kids that I don’t know, but still fun because I just love watching drunk people; they’re so entertaining. And on my last day home, I went to the apple orchard with my family and seanie. We missed the cider donuts, which was a huge dissappointment, but we picked tons of apples. Afterwards me and Seanie made apple crisp which was delectable, thank you very much, even though the recipe wasn’t from Chef Ramsy! My time home is coming to an end, but I’m excited to go back to RITA (who I’m sure is reading this) and Boston. I’m coming back prepared for fall! Be back in twelve hours!
I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain is there healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin on, I’m holdin on, I’m holdin on
I’m barely holding on to you
I’m hanging on another day
Just to see what you throw my way
And I’m hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be OK.
The first day I walked into my room I was greeted with “Holy shit you have a lot of stuff.” That’s my roommate… Rita Pratte the brat. You’d be surprised to find that she’s actually the princess of G-town, New Hampshire. Shocking, I know. What kind of princess has that sort of language? Did she even watch ‘Princess Diaries’. Well, she recently learned that she’s a princess, and never fails to let me forget. One morning I was getting dressed, and trying to decide which hat I should wear. She decides to pull out her lovely princess dunce cap (as shown in the picture) and says “I’d let you wear this, but you’re not a princess.” Beeeyotch.
One night I decided to test it out and see if Rita Pratte the brat was really a princes.. you know, princess and the pea style. So, I placed a nice sized pea under her mattress, and low and behold she woke up the next morning complaining of back aches. I can’t decide if that’s just because she’s so whiney or because she actually is, in fact, a princess. Another night I decided to search for her glass slippers… I only found one. I feel like she lost one on purpose though. I just can’t seem to get it through her head; she’s not Cinderella. She’s been going on and on about the Pumpkin Rigatta in her town, pretending like she’s Cinderella, and pumpkins are just drawn to her. I kind of want to go, and wait til midnight and see what happens. I doubt that our horse drawn carriage will turn into a pumpkin though, because this is the twenty first century and we drive cars but you never know.
Either way, Rita is a crazy lady with a dunce cap, and does not act like a princess, and if you don’t act like a princess you ain’t no princess.
