Into the Wild Green Yonder

So, this summer I worked a lot.  Like that's all I did.  I mean besides working out.

Okay, that sentence wasn't entirely factual.  What it really should have said was, during the day, all I did was work, work out, and do SATs.  However, during the night I filled it with people I find amusing, namely a certain girl with carrot colored hair who I've been best friends with since before I can remember.  And you know, others.  Actually I was really proud of myself this summer because I was almost never home, I was either working or running or at school lifting or at the Lanser's doing math.  Or, I was at the movies, in burlington, swimming, or frequenting the Asiana noodle house because that place is the best thing to happen since the invention of leggings (if I've never told you I hate jeans during the winter with a passion, and people actually get surprised when they see me wearing them).

But anyways, I've gotten to know myself pretty well during the course of this summer, mainly because i spent so much time talking to other people, and formulating my opinions.  On, oh lets say, everything and anything.  But what I've come to realize is that I'm really weird.  like, I'm not as out there as some other people, but once you really get to know me, I'm weird.  And I'm much more okay with this situation than I thought I'd be.  Yeah, I'm the girl who watches Doctor Who and avidly discusses it with another enthusiast who wears a TARDIS hat, you know who you are, and I still think Ozzy is better than Amy.  So there.  I'm also the girl who would rather watch the show Girls with my friend than go out and go partying.  I'm the girl who loves being witty, who loves dirty jokes and chairlift conversations about sex.  I'm also the girl who is terrified of sex and boys and the world.  I contradict myself, I embrace life and at the same time I hate it.  I am the girl who spent the last three days not eating and puking and I'm the girl who frequently falls when walking.  I'm that girl who puts sunglasses on her cat, takes pictures of it and then puts in on Instagram.  I'm weird and I'm funny and I'm quiet and I'm loud and I love it.  And every day, I'm learning to love it more.

I know I've struggled with hating myself, and I do have the occasional bad day, or bad week.  But I feel like I'm finally okay admitting to the world that I'm really weird, and you can like it and thats great, snaps to you, and you can not like it and thats great, snaps to you too.

And thats about it.

"The way is clear, the light is good.  Into the woods"

In other news, Miley Cyrus has gone full tilt, and I can't decide whether I think it's hilarious or just tragic.
Both my roommate and Ellie called me funny, which I'm still dying over because they're both hilarious, so yeah that was the high point of my week.