happy happy joy joy

Okay, so that last post was depressing.

But I can't help it...I just feel like:
school=tough to keep up with.
Friends=amazing, yet require time that I feel like I don't have. Apartment=constantly, consistently, relentlessly a mess that I have to clean.
Talents=awesome, but time-consuming, money-consuming, etc.
Love=evades me at every turn. I am clueless as ever, and will most assuredly self-destruct.
Family=I don't get enough.
Sleep=I don't get enough.
Food=I'm sick of eating my own cooking. I love cooking, but let's be honest; I'm no Barefoot Contessa.
Asti(my canine friend)=I miss him.

Am I done complaining yet, already? This was supposed to be a happy post to make up for the depressing-ness, the depressing mess, of the last post.

Give me another try.

So I'm going to see a play this weekend. Alllll by myself. Why by myself, you ask? Well, I was going to bring a friend. I asked one friend who I never see, but she wasn't able to go. I was going to ask another and then...I didn't. I got online, I bought my ticket (quantity? 1 please!), and I got a little jolt of excitement through my heart: I'm going out on the town, with only me to keep me company.
And even though this might sound hopelessly boring and lonely, for some reason, it's what I want to do!
I feel like no one else would be as excited about this as me, so bringing someone would just make me less pumped.

But really? Why? Because when you go somewhere where no one knows you...where you don't recognize a soul...it is an oppotunity to be anyone you want.

You don't have to be the same old you that you always are. You can be glamorous. Or low key. Or just, comfortable in your own shoes.

Maybe I'll meet someone marvelous. Recognize a soul, after all. Someone I never realized I was living without.

Or maybe I'll just get a much-needed vacation
from myself.

Either way, I'm simply ecstatic.

(See, it got happy there for ya!)