Wedding plans, new friends, adventures in new places, shows, new foods, great reads, long walks, and lots and lots of spumoni ice cream. 

It’s incredibly hot and humid considering it’s 2:30 a.m. and this is the latest I’ve stayed up since starting my job. Now, time for one last mini croissant before bed.

This is the reason why I haven’t been on my laptop in weeks. There are a dozen and one things I need to update my tumblr about, but for some reason, I’m avoiding documenting my life right now. I don’t exactly understand why. But I think it’s true that I only reach for my journal when I feel authentic sadness. Anything else, and I will never write about my life. It’s like I’m backwards.

Anyway, today was payday and I finally feel independent from my parents, at least in terms of money. I could have sworn on my life that I was a horrible salesperson, but more and more often I’ve been getting complimented by customers themselves on my techniques. And the best part? I tend to make a large amount of them laugh, a lot. There really is nothing better than to know a stranger is enjoying the few minutes they’re spending with you. For now, I’m content with the way things are.

I don’t have enough fingers on both of my hands to count how many times I’ve been told by strangers to smile. I think I really started noticing it one incredibly breezy day in November of last year when I was told three times in one day. Do I really look that miserable? I mean, I’m not going to walk around town with a smile plastered on my face, but I’m sure I don’t look depressed to be alive.

Regardless, it’s a thoughtful notion and I appreciate every single person that’s taken the time to tell me to smile, or cheer up. 

As for now, Bedhead has been playing for the past hour on my now-officially-broken Logitech speakers. (I guess the speakers popped or something because I can’t even raise the volume up much.) And a soothing cool breeze is coming in through my window. But, as usual, sleeping is the last thing my body wants because all of my attempts to fall asleep since 9pm have failed. I even started counting sheep, and got to 36 when I felt myself doze off, but re-awoke only 10 minutes later to count about 100 more sheep, and having it not work that time.

So I’m going to do the rational thing: make myself some hot chocolate and read until my eyelids give up.

Alright, I don’t know if it’s just me or..no I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. But I just reallllyyy really can’t stand stupid girls. And I’m talking about the ones who choose to be that way. The ones that play dumb and try to act all cute and dainty. You know exactly the type I’m talking about. They choose fashion over books, boys over true friends, beauty over brains. I just think intelligence is such a huge factor in one’s personality, that if it’s barely present, or just not there at all, I’m completely put off. 

I mean, if I were a guy and I saw some girl engrossed in a book at the park, oblivious to the world around her, I’d immediately be intrigued. Contrary to the one that has such a restricted vocabulary due to her degree in “Gh3tto0 @Ss BiitcH3s Liinqo”, the one that refers to herself as wiif3y mat3riaL, and the one that laughs what she thinks is an adorable laugh when picked on in class.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just bitter?

…nahh. I just wish this new beauty over brains trend would die out already. OKAY THE END.

Listening to old blink songs and singing along while going through dozens of pages of pictures of the band? Perfect way to reawaken my soul. Seriously. The thought of saving up money so I can go see them live someday just makes me bubblier than a 13 year old school girl.