Cheer up, Emo Kid
So maybe this all came to me because I'm deliriously ill from a minor case of food poisoning (too busy to wash my hands after preparing raw chicken for a tasty dish of Chicken Helper. Smooth!), but regardless, I'm glad it did.
As many of you know, I haven't had the best couple of months. Oh, woe is me... I'm single and all of my friends are falling for someone, I'm busy and everyone else is living it up, blah-de-f'ing-blah. I've tried to not let it get the best of me, but my closest friends have noticed (and confronted me about) the truth: I just haven't been myself. Well... Screw that.
Yes, I'm single, maybe even a little lonely. Being sad over it is ridiculous - I could end that problem in about 30 seconds... But I'd rather wait around for something great, that's just part of it. In the meantime, I have phenomenal friends: Friends that will fill my room with balloons and kind words after I've had a bad week. Friends that will tend to me with a glass of water and a large pot when I've had a rough night. ;) Friends that don't care if I'm breaking in on their pool makeout session, even begging me to get naked and join (swimming, I mean. Come on, we're not *that* close). :-p Friends that will set me straight when I've been out of line. Friends that will tell me it's OK to cry, and provide a shoulder to do just that. Friends that will let me PBJ the shit out of them. Friends that put up with my ridiculous acronyms. Shit, even the ex-boyfriend that I've been to hell and back with will give me directions when I'm lost in Tampa with a laugh and a smile. These kids have housed me, fed me, hauled me, stood up for me - They'd do anything for me, this after coming down here a little over two years ago not knowing a soul. I have *nothing* to complain about.
Ooooh, and I'm busy. I'm running ragged! School, work, clubs... If I have any quality time in my days to spend with those magnificent friends of mine, it's because I've had to carefully schedule it in. But guess what... I'm going to school (the best school in the nation for my field, I might add) almost free of charge - I'll have no loans to repay when I'm done. Usually this would cost over $80,000, but not for me. I used to count down the days till I'd vacation for a week here in Orlando Florida, and now? I wake up here every day. I lay out at the pool in October. Anytime I'm feeling uninspired, I know there's a moonlit beach with my name on it less than 45 minutes away. I get paid to instill excitement in those that will be visiting my home - People that aren't lucky enough to have all of this in their backyard. I don't have as much money as half of the other kids here - If I wreck my car, Daddy will not come to the rescue to buy another. The Mall at Millennia is not my personal playground. However, I've got a Mom and a Nana that are working their asses off so I can be here, and a job that will allow me soon enough to give them the surprise of their life for all that they've done for me. My Dad isn't with me anymore, but I knew him long enough to inherit the drive to get out there and do something great.
So tomorrow I'm going to wake up alone (probably with a wicked case of food poisoning), running on an inadequate amount of sleep for the full day of class that I'll have. But it'll be OK. For now, I think I've finally snapped out of it.
Or maybe I'm just happy to know that I'll be visiting my beloved Jon a month from today, I dunno.
As many of you know, I haven't had the best couple of months. Oh, woe is me... I'm single and all of my friends are falling for someone, I'm busy and everyone else is living it up, blah-de-f'ing-blah. I've tried to not let it get the best of me, but my closest friends have noticed (and confronted me about) the truth: I just haven't been myself. Well... Screw that.
Yes, I'm single, maybe even a little lonely. Being sad over it is ridiculous - I could end that problem in about 30 seconds... But I'd rather wait around for something great, that's just part of it. In the meantime, I have phenomenal friends: Friends that will fill my room with balloons and kind words after I've had a bad week. Friends that will tend to me with a glass of water and a large pot when I've had a rough night. ;) Friends that don't care if I'm breaking in on their pool makeout session, even begging me to get naked and join (swimming, I mean. Come on, we're not *that* close). :-p Friends that will set me straight when I've been out of line. Friends that will tell me it's OK to cry, and provide a shoulder to do just that. Friends that will let me PBJ the shit out of them. Friends that put up with my ridiculous acronyms. Shit, even the ex-boyfriend that I've been to hell and back with will give me directions when I'm lost in Tampa with a laugh and a smile. These kids have housed me, fed me, hauled me, stood up for me - They'd do anything for me, this after coming down here a little over two years ago not knowing a soul. I have *nothing* to complain about.
Ooooh, and I'm busy. I'm running ragged! School, work, clubs... If I have any quality time in my days to spend with those magnificent friends of mine, it's because I've had to carefully schedule it in. But guess what... I'm going to school (the best school in the nation for my field, I might add) almost free of charge - I'll have no loans to repay when I'm done. Usually this would cost over $80,000, but not for me. I used to count down the days till I'd vacation for a week here in Orlando Florida, and now? I wake up here every day. I lay out at the pool in October. Anytime I'm feeling uninspired, I know there's a moonlit beach with my name on it less than 45 minutes away. I get paid to instill excitement in those that will be visiting my home - People that aren't lucky enough to have all of this in their backyard. I don't have as much money as half of the other kids here - If I wreck my car, Daddy will not come to the rescue to buy another. The Mall at Millennia is not my personal playground. However, I've got a Mom and a Nana that are working their asses off so I can be here, and a job that will allow me soon enough to give them the surprise of their life for all that they've done for me. My Dad isn't with me anymore, but I knew him long enough to inherit the drive to get out there and do something great.
So tomorrow I'm going to wake up alone (probably with a wicked case of food poisoning), running on an inadequate amount of sleep for the full day of class that I'll have. But it'll be OK. For now, I think I've finally snapped out of it.
Or maybe I'm just happy to know that I'll be visiting my beloved Jon a month from today, I dunno.