I go blonde, and things get better.

There are weeks that don't go your way. There are nights where late night phone calls are a must. But we pull through. Things don't look so hazy, and suddenly you come out from the foam and feel like freaking APHRODITE. 

There are weeks that remind you that better things are on the horizon. Like... College. And friends that won't have to exist on printed words on a telephone screen. Things to remind you that it's a bad day, not a bad life. It's a good mantra to have. Bad day, not bad life.

Because there are so many beautiful things to just live for. 

This week, while I hit a low, I also hit a high. I did some break through thinking. Found the flaws in my vision and corrected the sight. I've also talked to more people that I think I have ever talked to. I gots my hurr did. I forget the floaty feeling that a change gives me. But on top of the floaty feeling, I get a little more confident. I little more set and secure. I had the girls night to top all girls night. We ate food while people did karaoke around us. I'm more the proud to say that, while I didn't sing this time, next time I will find a song, and a duet partner and we're singing. And we'll be applauded and I may dance a little bit. 

I've been keeping a countdown chain for college, and it now dangles freely, with no fear of my cat attacking it. 

Single digits. 

While my stomach may reel a smidge at that; I am happy.

This week may have started with a cannon shot from hurt, but I was shot into the stars. I love when weeks tie down with happiness. It's fantastic. 

Stay silly. Stay happy. Look to the future. Life moves forward, so why look back?