Hazy Mornings

Day 2: need to pee on coworkers to show dominance. I will fit in eventually.

I’m trying. It might not show, but I am trying.

Making friends is hard.

This isn’t some sort of epiphany. It’s just a fact I’ve come to terms with. Making friends is hard, and I’m an awkward tortoise.

The end.

So, here I am at 1 in the morning, laying in bed, and grasping at the frayed hems of my wild and unorganized thoughts. Just trying to gather them all into one single place. Impossible, I know.

One thought, which seems like an epiphany, but is really something I already am acquainted with, keeps forcing its way to the forefront of my brain.

Be yourself.

I’ve known and practice this daily, but I feel like I have been reminded almost daily about this. And it’s not like I’m acting different or anything. It’s more of a reliance on others for things that don’t need others to be relied on. (Weird sentence, I know.)

I read a quote on here that said: ” Tigers don’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.” Which I think really speaks to being myself and not caring what other people think, but also, to be my own person. Tigers don’t rely on other tigers to do things.

Another reminder is through a song I’ve been practicing for my next cover. It talks about being true to yourself, which again, is just a reiteration of what this whole post is about.

I know. Now I’m just rambling, but that’s partially what tumblr is for, right? I can use this as an outlet since I don’t keep a journal. Anyways, that’s my thought of the night. Don’t rely on others for your happiness. And I don’t/won’t.

I blame Grace for using Bangarang in that one video. Thanks a lot Grace Helbig. Thanks. A. Lot.

It’s a story about a little alcoholic obsessed with tequila and boo radleys.

This weekend my family (Mom, Dad, brother, his fiancée, my cousin, and I) are going to Vegas. I’m really excited and it should be fun.

I just got invited to a friends birthday party though that’s on Saturday. Why must these things overlap?! I didn’t get to go to the last party I was invited to because I didn’t have a ride and now I’m missing out cause of Vegas.

I’m not complaining. I’m just sad that I can’t go and have to reject the RSVP. Oh, well. Vegas is gonna rock.

People are about to get punched in the face, I swear. Wednesday’s my least favorite day of the week so I don’t need any bugging.

I need to work out now. Then I’ll be all better. Just one more hour till I am off of work.