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Life is Beautiful

It's been a while since I've blogged...I think? I haven't been the happiest camper lately. Everything that happens to me always seems too good to be true...and not only do things seem that way, but...they actually are.

I watched a band palying at school tonight after class with a couple of classmates...it made me feel a little sentimental towards a certain guitar player that I know.

Life is simple, and life is good, and life can be easy, and life is beautiful...I'm the one who makes things complicated. I think I've always had this little part of me that loves tragedy and to be tragic. In all actuality though...that's NOT who I really am. I'm just too scared to let myself be happy I think because...like I said up above...things are too good to be true most of the time, and instead of just living in the moment...I wait...I wait for things to come crashing down.

I'm not so sure I'm happy with the fact that my blogging sounds so negative. It's just that this is the easiest way to vent for me right now.


After class today I met up with my friend Carla. I thought we were just going to talk for a minute, but she wanted to do something. It was a very good day. Carla and I haven't been able to hang out very much lately. So, we got some coffee and then did our favorite thing - shopping! There is no one better on this earth to shop with than Carla (except maybe mom, because she might offer to pay for something, lol!) Not only do I always find really cute stuff for a great deal when I shop with her, but we laugh our asses off at the same time. The best thing is trying on the most ridiculous shoes in Ross or Marshalls. She bought me a cute pink cargo belt today! I also got a pair of jeans that I would never have bought on my own, and a shirt that once again without Carla I probably wouldn't even have had the courage to try on. We may be headed in different directions, but Carla is definitely one friendship that I don't think I could ever let go.

I just read Josh's blog a minute ago...I think my feelings are very hurt!!!

This may be enough catching up for now...I hate it when these blogs start to go beyond a length that anyone else except myself could tolerate!


Comments

Jessiedc28 said…
Josh, aren't YOUR feelings hurt since she didn't name you A FUN SHOPPER? You do shop with her the most after all.
10:49 AM
Compulsive Lizzie said…
Josh has no right to feel hurt at this point. He knows perfectly well that his behavior has been perfectly unacceptable lately. It's no fun shopping for clothes with Josh...other stuff, yes, but not clothes.
11:42 AM
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