Satan Bacteria, Be Gone!

Well I was having the junkiest day of my life yesterday, I've been in a pretty bad funk for a while. (which is weird cuz i never have funks.) What happened was my first class of the day, English For Dummies (aka 102) was absolutely terrible. Our teacher had us read this essay that had some Green Day lyrics with the F word in it and she said the was semi disappointed that the student who was reading it out loud didn't read that word because that's like her shot of caffeine in the morning.... uhhh ok? And then she had us watch two Chris Rock stand up clips about two horrible subjects, and not only were the topics about vulgar words, but Chris so conveniently laced them with other words, totally not necessary and seriously, I came out of that room feeling like someone had dumped an entire port-o-potty on my soul. And although that image is a bit funny to think about, the way I felt was anything but funny. And with that weighing on my mind, and with so many other things that contribute to my funk, yesterday was just a weird and not that pleasant day. So later I went to a volleyball game with my mom and sister, and while I was there, I had no energy. The gym was loud, the music annoying, I had no motivation to really cheer at all. And then I got a text from Weston Hollis.

I've just gotta say how much that kid can turn a life around. As soon as he texted me, (something really nice and cute and awesome and yeah) seriously, it was like this whole weight was removed off of me, my posture changed, Mom and Macey could both tell and said something about it. And I didn't even deny it, I felt so much better, and it was because of him. So what the moral of this story is, is that Weston is my favorite ever, and a huge life saver, and also, if you ever feel like you need to text or call or talk to someone, do it. Because you never know how much they really might need it. Because especially if they go to ASU, their soul might be swimming in an entire sewer. Lets be happy. Together.

The Music's in You

Sometimes I feel really musicmoody. Like I'm having too much drama in my life, (which for me is any drama) and so I turn to music to tell me about all of its problems, and in turn I'm like, yes. That's exactly how I feel. THANK YOU. And it's almost like I'm part of a movie, starring me, I'm walking home in the rain, and Ashes and Wine is playing in the background. Music makes me more than I am just by myself. It's comforting, sometimes it sympathizes, sometimes it tells me to get up and do something, sometimes it makes me cry, sometimes I dance around like an idiot because we all succumb to the messages the music gives us. Just another reason to be choosy about what we listen to.

I dunno. I like it.