18 November 2007
♥ lazy sunday.
Today was one of those days where I was reminded that there is balance in the universe, as difficult as that may be to believe sometimes.
Last week, for instance, was the week from hell. Between my history IA, stress about college, and about a thousand fights with my mother, I was beginning to think I might not make it.
But today I remembered why I bother.
Today I remembered that after weeks of unwarranted stress, there is sleeping in with your best friend in the comfiest bed in the world.
There is brunch at a fancy hotel.
There are eighteen sprees involving Santa Fe Triple X (they don’t ID), ridiculous lighters, and copious amounts of Primetimes.
There are early Thanksgivings with your boyfriend’s family (it doesn’t quite make sense, but that’s why I like it).
There is housesitting, which almost always results in bad choices.
There is getting caught by your best friend’s dad with a bag full of dirty, dirty porn (we were just going to throw it away, I swear).
There is driving the Loser Cruiser at a hundred miles an hour, blasting Eminem and rapping “White America” at the top of your little white girl lungs.
There is lying around and doing absolutely nothing.
There is visiting a place where you used to work and letting your nasty old manager see how much better you have it (and, more importantly, remembering how glad you are not to work there anymore).
There are little trysts with a certain someone, where you giggle and tell each other secrets, things you never thought you’d say aloud to anyone, and maybe remember why you fell in love with them in the first place.
There is staying up late, knowing you have to get up early the next morning, and being okay with it, because sometimes that’s just how things go.
There is living it up again, and laughing and playing and not just watching the world go by.
This is why I’m in love with life, in love with the world, in love with everyone I meet. It’s real, it’s a mess, and it’s absolutely perfect.
Last week, for instance, was the week from hell. Between my history IA, stress about college, and about a thousand fights with my mother, I was beginning to think I might not make it.
But today I remembered why I bother.
Today I remembered that after weeks of unwarranted stress, there is sleeping in with your best friend in the comfiest bed in the world.
There is brunch at a fancy hotel.
There are eighteen sprees involving Santa Fe Triple X (they don’t ID), ridiculous lighters, and copious amounts of Primetimes.
There are early Thanksgivings with your boyfriend’s family (it doesn’t quite make sense, but that’s why I like it).
There is housesitting, which almost always results in bad choices.
There is getting caught by your best friend’s dad with a bag full of dirty, dirty porn (we were just going to throw it away, I swear).
There is driving the Loser Cruiser at a hundred miles an hour, blasting Eminem and rapping “White America” at the top of your little white girl lungs.
There is lying around and doing absolutely nothing.
There is visiting a place where you used to work and letting your nasty old manager see how much better you have it (and, more importantly, remembering how glad you are not to work there anymore).
There are little trysts with a certain someone, where you giggle and tell each other secrets, things you never thought you’d say aloud to anyone, and maybe remember why you fell in love with them in the first place.
There is staying up late, knowing you have to get up early the next morning, and being okay with it, because sometimes that’s just how things go.
There is living it up again, and laughing and playing and not just watching the world go by.
This is why I’m in love with life, in love with the world, in love with everyone I meet. It’s real, it’s a mess, and it’s absolutely perfect.
11/18/2007
