I've escaped my house, thank God. My dad's here, so I left and am staying in the hotel with him. I'm sitting by the window, with a view of all of Seattle. The sky is patchy blue, people here would find reason to complain about the lack of sun whereas the people I grew up with would call this a gorgeous day, one for hiking and fishing, and probably swimming. You notice things from up here that you wouldn't normally notice, like the american flag on the roof across the street, the undulating hills that are the Seattle skyline, a billboard that changes every 20 seconds between three different advertisements. It's calm up here, so the city seems calm.
This whole emotion thing is such a roller coaster, one day I'm great and I find the hilarity behind everything that I've been going through and the next I just want to curl up and be comforted because of all of it. When I try to look beyond all of the heartache and confusion and stress, I realize that this is such a short time in my life, that it will be okay (i'll probably be laughing about it tomorrow). There are people here who don't make me cry, countless people who make me laugh uncontrollably, or just smile nonstop. People who wouldn't think twice about defending me, and people who love even my biggest faults.
I think I just need to remind myself of that sometimes.
in other news
i gave up facebook for lent.
the valentine house is having a valentine's day party... the dress is apparently "happy." I refuse. Whatthefuck kind of dress code is that anyway? February can die. I wouldn't miss it.
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For some reason I can perfectly picture someone in that house saying "The dress code is HAPPY!" in the baby voice she thinks is cute although it isn't.
I hope you find yourself hysterically laughing and crying at the same time. It's really rare but probably the most relieving thing you can do.
I'm buying my plane ticket soon. Also, I had to get a blog account for one of my classes. HEHE.
Love you boo!
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