The Bright Side of Life

Sara, I believe I can officially call her my best friend, has gotten into this "be positive!" thing. I remember one day she took it so far that her positivity was unrealistic and just because you say "this is a good thing" doesn't really make it a good thing. But, hey, being positive seems like an excellent goal. I occasionally get into these bouts of "nobody likes me, everybody hates me" and I'd eventually get back into my normal state of mind. Trying to be positive, once you set your mind to do it, isn't all that tough. Sure, in certain situations it is extremely hard and around certain people near impossible but the overall happy-factor isn't that hard to acheive once you get a running start.

Reason #1 why I will not become an English teacher.

Me: how do you spell positivity?
Sara: Positivity isn't a word.
Me: Really?
Sara: Yeah.
Me: That's too bad. It sounds like it should be a word.

Sometimes I wish I could go up to people (mostly people I don't know) and tell them things that I think they should know. Like, "I've always wanted to talk with you" or "I'm excited to see you every Sunday" or "You smell great" or "Thank you for singing off key". There's so much I want to say that the social norms don't allow. There's so much I wish I could do. I would love to talk to him. I would like to hug her. People I don't know and see from week to week make me happy in the smallest ways. I believe, one day, I will tell all these people what they mean to me but until then, I'm going to cherish our one-way secrets.

Sometimes I don't like to be the smart one in a group. Actually, most of the time I don't want to be the smart one. I just don't like it. But I believe this blog is a place where I can be as self-centered, selfish, celebratory, and smart as I want. With this said: I got a 98 and 97 on my math tests! This is exciting. I'm amazing. I'm doing a happy dance of epic porportions.

By the way, I have been doing homework since 8:30 this morning and it is not good for the brain. At many points I just stopped processing. It isn't good. Since I'm talking about school-- I believe this is the semester that I'm just going to slide by. I haven't been stressed about anything and... I think my 'schoolness' is wearing off. Maybe since I know I'll be getting my Associates degree and going to a "real college" I've become immune to all things school related.

My family is amazing. I like all of them quite a bit.


Did you see his eyes get all big? He was checking you out.
Carmen.