A lot has been going on. But I am happy to say I am fine. And you are too. Even if you don't feel it. We used to talk about art school and business school and how business school was the easy way and art school was the hard one. Which is ironic because I am majoring in Interior Design because I thought it would be easier than marketing or journalism. But once again I am not sure. This single phrase must be the mantra for every post high school but pre college graduate. And I blame you people. You writers and story tellers and world creators. Addie Lamb has a secret blog and I found it (I'm so sorry for telling you like this) and it reminded me of why I wanted to write in the first place, and it was just like, THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE STUFF I AM TALKING ABOUT THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO FOR FOREVER. RIGHT HERE. The same way I felt after reading Mindy Kaling's book and Ellen's and Tina's. What can I say, funny ladies writing memoirs is my weakness. Enough of all this serious mumbo jumbo that I've been trying to do but I keep finding that everyone does it so much better than me. It's fun to read in a weird "omg my heart is breaking and I'm crying but it sounds so beautiful I have to keep reading" sort of way. But it's horribly depressing and agonizing and frustrating to write. I feel like I always had to be brooding and cynical about something. So I am giving up. I'll leave that to the real poets and romantics that I long tried to transform myself into.
I'm not sure what way to end this post, other than to let you know its going to start getting a lot brighter around here.
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