Life is looking up.
Spring break has always been an odd time for me. Breaks and I, we just never held hands quite nicely. He's always yanking me this way and that, and I, the same. Yes, yes. We never fared well. Just fulminated through nights of 3 ams and stomach flus and arguing over sheepish love. That's me for you.
But this break will be amazing. Yes, yes, amazing. Why you ask? I don't know why. I have an eye infection and I've been feeling sick lately, but for some reason I'm in the highest of hopes and moods. It's the stupid thing called love, then you combine it with hope, potential, and the future (add a pinchy pinch of naivety) and you've got yourself a fool. It's funny because everyone is confusing in their own way. I know I'm confusing; I confuse myself. But one day there's going to be two people, everywhere and anywhere, who want to stick around long enough to figure each other out. I used to think love was when two people mutually shared feelings of affection towards each other and just as mutually agreed to share them openly. Wrong. It's the mutual consent to read each other like books, pore through every page with a microscope, and even risk an eye ache or 10. Everyone will want to figure someone out. I love figuring people out. Does that mean I'm in love with every person I meet? Oh, gosh. Major polygamy issues here.
Today, I sang very loud and realized two things:
1) I have a horrible voice.
2) I love my voice.
Well, I've been slacking on my OCD about grades. Time to check my 4.0 again!
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