Wednesday, October 28, 2009

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.

I have come to a point in my life where I'm going to stop trying to please everyone. Now that I've been 23 for almost 2 weeks I think I've earned the right to be able to make decisions for myself, and I am going to stand by these said decisions. I've never been the person who just goes along with whatever everyone else says/does, but I've been finding myself to be that person lately, and I'm done. I'm done watching you stick right by the side of your "boyfriend" even though everyone knows how terrible he is to you. I've been in an abusive relationship. You knew this. You told me to get out. I did. What are you doing? I'm done listening to you talk about leaving your husband. He deserves to know how you feel. We've been friends for 3 months. You've been together for 5 years. I'm done letting you treat me like I'm still 9 years old. I'm came to my birthday. You were more drunk than I was. Remember...probably not. I'm sorry that I've been sick with the flu for a week, and I'm contemplating not going out for Halloween because I'm afraid if I keep pushing myself, I will run myself ragged. Actually..I'm not sorry at all.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat...

While finishing off some last minute statistics homework last night, I remembered that I had a large light blue (my favorite) Gatorade in the fridge. I got a little bit up from my homework..and grabbed it. However, this particular Gatorade was apparently made with the worlds strongest cap, and I could not remove it. I twisted it..I hit it..I twisted it with a towel over it..I hit it some more..I twisted it with paper towel over it..I dropped it on the ground..nothing. I got it open enough so that I could squeeze it into a cup..but the lid is still tightly sealed, and I'm pretty sure it is laughing at me. Gatorade 1, Whitney 0. Bummer.