Free Write: Meh

OK, today is such a weird day. This morning I was depressed, and all these horrible bad things happened to me. So in second period, I cried. And then second period was fun because I had choir. And then I was happy again.
We were talking about noses in choir. I was complaining about my lack of a nose bridge. These other cute girls had these adorable noses, and that made me feel even worse about the whole nose bridge thing.
Sometimes, being Filipino sucks.

What's one life lesson you've learned so far in high school?

People change, and you don't have to. A lot of people who I have been really close with in middle school have changed so much, and even though that bothers me, I had the option to cut them out of my life. Of course I still have the memories we'd shared, but that is no reason to stay in harmful friendships. In high school, people come into your life, and then they walk back out. That's how it is. If that's the case, then it's high time to find some people who deserve you.
If you are lucky enough, you can find some really, really awesome people who never change or evolve and grow with you. If you do, you should stick with these kids. They're PRETTY darn awesome, and they make life five hundred times more fun. I'd love to share my besties and spread joy to the world, buuuuuut I don't want to. :)

If I could be good at one thing what would it be?

If I could be good at anything, I honestly don't know what I'd be good at. Everything I think of contradicts something else. I'm waiting for a genius idea to come to me. If it ever does, I'll edit this blog.

Write an encouraging letter to someone (PART DOS)

We've already done this blog, and I can't think of anything, so here.

Dear John,

I see it all now that you're gone. Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way home. 

(When I read it, I sing the words in my head. Does this happen to everyone? I was tempted to elongate "gone" and "home" with multiple o's.)

Love, The Girl in the Dress

P.S. You should have known.

If I could have two celebrity parents, who would they be?

I can't say Ryan Gosling, because that would be creepy, and I can't say Angelina Jolie, because, well, I'D HATE HER FOR BEING SO GORGEOUS.
Instead of thinking of celebrities I would like to marry or be, let me think of two people that would make exceptional parental guardians with whom I can trust my life.
...got it.
Oprah and Gandhi.
BAM. DREAM FAMILY.
OMG that would be the best thing that has ever happened to anyone ever - Oprah and Gandhi? In a lifelong union? If that ever happened, it would be like witnessing a baby giraffe being born and opening its eyes for the first time.
It would be spectacular.
Not that they would make a very cute couple (let's get real here), but think about what kind of knowledge they would impart to me! They would read me Henry David Thoreau to bed and sing Mongolian monk chants to me at night and loop mystical healing whale noises as I slowly drift into REM sleep.
I'm pretty sure I'd learn the meaning of life by age 3.
I would reach some sort of higher meaning in my mid-teens and levitate wherever I go in my late twenties. And then I'll read minds. And then I'll master telekinesis. And then I'll be the Chuck Norris of the metaphysical world.
IT'LL BE SO FREAKING SWEET..

Plus, I'll be like, half black and half brown (dark brown?) - who DOESN'T want that?