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So I like to do this thing when I look at other people's blogs. I mean, that's what they are there for, right? Well, reading all of these blogs sometimes gets me thinking. All of the things that these people write down, they think are funny, or worth talking about. They write about things they do and where they go, and people they love. 

I don't know, sometimes this makes me sad. Especially if it is someone who I know's blog. I mean it probably shouldn't, but somehow I always find me looking for my name in what they write, hoping that I have had some sort of influence on their life. I guess it's because it's nice to know that you are important to someone, and that you matter. 

Not only by just seeing your name come from their brain and put into writing, but the regular things too. The little things that people do, like stealing a glance at you when someone says something funny, or when they tell stories with important parts left out that only you could know. It's nice to have these little reminders that you matter on the not so great days. Nobody has to write a whole book about me (which could be either awesome or creepy... it all depends who it was) but sometimes it's nice to feel important.

Just a thought.

Peace

Chocolate and Other Things

See, I thought that my day was going decently, and then it wasn't, and then it was, and then I get home to fine what in my side pockets of my backpack? That's right ladies and gentleman, I found chocolate! now, I'm not entirely sure how it ended up there, but I am sincerely hoping that 1. whomever put it there is having a GREAT life right now, because they deserve it, and 2. that this is not poisoned...

It's looking like I'm not going to die, So in other news!

I have listened to my solo about 100 times tonight, so here is hoping that I will get all of the verses in the right spots the next time :P

I also hope that if I ever have kids, that I won't be that mom who says weird stuff in front of her kids. And kill me if I ever use the phrase "back in my day..." literally I want to punch everyone who says it now. 

Okay I'm going to go attempt school work (BAHAHAHAHHA)so yeah.

Peace

Revelation

Waking up this morning, the sun was trying its hardest to make me happy. Even though it is not the summer sun that I am so longing for, it made me realize something. 

I realized that I am sick of letting things that I can't control, control me. I have resolved to make the best of this snowy situation. Because when I really think about it, the sun, the thing that I may have missed most this winter, is reflecting off almost every surface outside, and trying to make the best of this situation, so why can't I? 

So, even though it isn't 72 degrees with a slight breeze, I will not let the cold get me down. There are some things in life that I just have to learn to live with, and living where I do, there is nothing I can do to control the weather. Because the fact of the matter is that whether or not I want it to snow, it will happen if it happens.

I also know that when the temperature hits 103 degrees this summer, as it most likely will, I will throw all of the blankets off of my bed and wish with a large portion of my heart that there was snow on the ground, and that I could be wearing leggings and an over-sized sweater without dying of heat stroke. 

So as for now, I will relish in the fact that I can drink just as much tea as I want while reading books in the comfort of my bed, surrounded by four blankets and five pillows. 

Yes, winter, I may have figured it out a little late, but you are not my enemy, you are just doing your thing, and I can't really hate you for that, now, can I?

Peace

What to do

Welp, as you could tell from the last post, today marked the start of Snowmageddon, and therefore a snow day was issued at approximately 8:23 last night. Now snow days are all fun and games in theory, but in reality, nowadays snow days are a whole lot of nothing. Lounging around and cursing whoever thought it was a good day to imprison you in your house with the majority of your family.

So I took it upon myself to improve my situation by doing a plethora of activities that I thought would be fun... here they are with their results

Pancake making: turned out well, but they cook much faster than I remember, and I ended up burning one of them... snow day: 1 Michelle: 0

Lounging: always an admirable past time that I seemed to have perfected in my 17 years of life snow day:1 Michelle: 1

Napping: this accidentally happens much more than what I would like, but because of movie watching last night, it was necessary... I'm just going to say I won to the snow day here, which brings our scores to... snow day: 1 Michelle: 2

Grilled Cheese Making: apparently I always want to make things on days off of school, so grilled cheese is always a must, and I just so happen to be one of the best grilled cheese makers ever. snow day: 1 Michelle: 3

Hand-Standing: I honestly haven't done this in a while, so wall hand stands were a must, but apparently while clumsily dismounting, I made a little too much noise (stinking wood floors)... needless to say I did not win this one, so it goes to the snow day SD: 2 Me: 3

Occupying extra time: I mean I painted my nails after hanging off the bed for a solid 15 minutes, I think I am going to call this one a tie, so nobody gets any points for that one

I seemed to have won this one, but the fact that I felt the need to make this list is a little bit sad... I think tea will solve whatever embarrassment I am suffering at the moment.

Stay cool.

Peace.

Fuchsia Power

Apparently my nail polish has some kind of magical powers. If so, I would like to petition to the fuchsia powers to PLEASE stop the snow. It is very pretty, yes, but I can already feel it draining everything that is good out of me. It has been snowing for 5 hours now, and really, there is only so much you can do while trying to ignore that it is still snowing outside, and there are only so many ways to sprawl over my bed before hanging off the side is a viable option. That is what I resulted to 15 minutes ago. But my head started to feel a little too heavy, so I decided to redistribute the blood flow to the rest of my body. 

Or fuchsia god, if you cannot stop the snow, I would really appreciate a space heater, or better yet, a teleporter. Scratch everything else, that is what I want. 

I am starting to think the only power that fuchsia has is its ability to make my nails look pretty great. I guess at least there's that.

Happy Snow day everyone.

Peace

Up too late

I miss late night chats with Sarah, even if it keeps me up too late. She understands me completely, and still accepts me for who I am. I hate that she is hurting, she doesn't deserve to be treated that way. I love that she doesn't care when I get upset over trivial things, and in return, I listen to all of her crazy stories. 

It baffles me when I think of all the people too busy to just sit and listen, maybe because one of my favorite things to do is exchange thoughts. So many people have stories that they are dying to tell, and I feel like so many problems in the world could be solved if people just decided to listen when others are trying to talk. Maybe if people tried to understand, there would be a lot less confusion and hatred in the world. I mean, it's pretty much impossible to hate someone once you know their story. 

I once told someone that I wanted to go on a road trip and go places and meet people and just listen to their stories, I don't know if they understood. 

I still want that.

I don't know, I got pretty off topic there. I guess the point is that my sister is pretty great, and stories are important. It's too late, and I should be asleep. 

Peace

February 9th

February doesn't suck, I don't know why people are always hating it so much.

Also, I waited a couple of days to blog about it, but none of the words are perfect enough, so until then, I'm just going to say that I really did forget that I was unbearably sick.

It was nice...

Dying...

Yes, I am a bit melodramatic, we all knew that already. But in all seriousness, this sickness is what I imagine dying to feel like. I mean honestly, when your bed isn't even comfortable anymore, you have to know that something must be wrong. To make matters worse, nobody is home and I feel like I'm going insane laying here in my not comfortable bed. I should find something to do because sleep is not happening and everything else is just making me hate everything. Not even music is helping. 

The only thing that I can do is lay here and think what I would do if I were really dying. If I had 48 hours to live, what would I do. Ideally I would throw caution to the wind and do all the things I have always wanted to do. 

It seems a bit sad that dying is the only way that I would do all the things that I want. What's that all about? It also seems a bit selfish to me. Doing all the things that you want to do, and then dying, leaving everyone else to wonder what could have been. Or maybe not, leaving everyone to wonder what you really wanted instead of doing them seems pretty selfish as well. I guess I don't really know. 

All I really know is that if I died today or even tomorrow, I would regret not doing a lot of things. So I am determined to make it through whatever this is. Because I really do want to see the Grand Canyon. 

It has begun

It's not that I forget how much I love being in theater, I just think that I forget that things like dancing in parking lots with music booming from car speakers happens after practices. Cookies are exchanged out of car windows and honks are sounded about five seconds too long just to let everyone know that there is a whole lot of love coming from that car. I'm sure that today will not be the last time that that happens, but I am so happy inside that that is back in my life. I've missed it.

I mean, maybe there were also some outside influences that made everything so great, but I don't think so. I think that everything about today was good: yoga, no real classes, a visit to the park, and everything that goes with that; and ending my day with a parking lot dance party was pretty great.

Things are good.

Also, Cinnamon Sensation tea from the Tea Smith... yeah, things are really good.