i decided to erase my cookie monster nails (that actually looked like cookie monster) so that i could make my nails look like.. none other than, oscar the grouch!
i dont bother checking my mail every day because i know that i'll just come out with a hand full of ads and catalogs for things that i can't afford. quite depressing. but its alright, i dont expect to see baked goods and packages of peace, love, rainbows and sunshine every time i stick my face into my VU box. so you can just imagine how surprised i was when i saw a beautiful golden ticket telling me that they're holding a package for me. unfortunately for me, i had been too lazy to check my mail in the morning after my first class so the package pick-up window was closed and i had to wait 'til today to find out what it was.
i was so curious to see who sent me something that i practically ran back to my room so i could rip carefully open the box. here, i'll shut up and just show you what i looked like: yeah, so my face actually looked like that.
freaking sillyface abe sent me something in the mail. holy pooper, looks like i just joined the bb club. i'm not even sure if i can accept this. i didn't even do anything to deserve something so nice - let alone, anything at all.
sometimes, i like to look up at the sky and just stop to marvel at the beauty of all the colors and how everything just seems so..right. all the while hoping that, as busy as you are, you're taking a break from your day to let your breath be taken away by the sight of the magnificent hues blending with each other. though you're hundreds of miles away, and probably have a million better things to do, i secretly wish that you're looking up at the sky thinking of me, just as i think of you in moments like these. wondering if i'm sky watching too.
when i was a little kid, i used to wander off a lot. and by a lot i mean, it was eerily normal for me to get lost for 5 minute periods only to reunite with my mom again and to repeat the pattern. my mom would hold my hand tight to make sure i'd stay by her side while she ran errands, but my tiny little hand always managed to slip out of her protective grip. i know you're probably thinking that i had a severe case of ADD but in my defense, it was cause i was convinced that there was always something better on the other side of the clothes rack or just past the next rollercoaster. i was content with the way things were at the moment, but my eyes never ceased to wander around, looking for something better. something to catch my eye. now that i'm on my own at college, i can feel my mom's hand loosening up its grip over mine. my hand isn't as small as it once was, but my fingers still feel safe when they're intertwined with hers. and though the unfamiliar surroundings of my college campus make me want to retreat back into the comforts of my home, i refuse to look away. i no longer look up to the world with innocent eyes, i stand tall at 5'6" and stare straight into the soul of the world and ask it to show me something better than what i have on my plate now. i've never settled for less and i'm not ready to start now.i'm still that little girl in search for something better- and if it takes wandering off and getting lost in order for me to find what i'm looking for, then so be it.
"music gives a soul to the universe wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything else. and in your case, color to sight. :)" werd.<3
