So This Is the Story All About How My Life got Flipped Turned Upside-Down

I know this is a really hackneyed saying, but I just found out my childhood is a lie.

What prompts me to use this trite and drastic phrase, you ask?

So I was just sitting on my bedroom floor, scrolling through my newsfeed, when my sister walked into my room: "Hey, can I borrow this? Oh, by the way did you know that Zac Efron doesn't actually sing in High School Musical?"

OMG WHAT?

Of course I didn't believe her, I mean she's my little sister... You can only trust those Directioners so much... So the skeptic in me had to look it up... And, alas, 'twas true.

I might need a couple days to really take in this information. I need to pull out my mourning clothes. Okay, first I need to buy mourning clothes. Guys, I honestly don't even know what to do, or with whom to converse about this tragedy.

This is worse than that time when Josh suddenly wasn't fat anymore. No, Josh, you need to be fat. Drake and Josh is the greatest show in the world. But I digress.

Ugh life.

 PS. I've known the entire opening rap for the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air since third grade. At least I still have that.

Bonne Anniversaire à Moi!

Wanna know how great my birthdays are?

So today, I got home from school, and my seven-year-old brother ran up to my sister and wished her a happy birthday. Not only is it not enough that he can't remember what day I was born, it seems that I have the tendency to forget, as well. I think I must have asked like 3 classmates for today's date. But hey, I had a decent number of people wish me a happy eighteenth birthday! Just one year early, guys.

Reclaiming the Use of my Imagination

So I have A LOT of drafts in my blog. I have the tendency to begin posts, and then I don't have time to finish, so they are just forever stranded in the purgatory that is the drafts folder. I was just cleaning out my drafts and decided to publish this one, so here we go! (this is one is pretty old)

Last week was rough, for a variety of reasons. This morning, I was in a pretty bad mood to begin, and at around 8:03 pm today, the only thing I wanted to do was go up to my bedroom, watch videos of Regina Spektor, and eat strawberry yogurt. So that's what I did.
Whenever I watch Regina on YouTube, I feel the need to text my friend about it, so I did. Now, this person is never the type who says very much; the only thing I was expecting in reply was an, "oh, cool!" and that's essentially what I got, but with a follow-up: "I've had the oddest day today!" Naturally, I inquired what made this day so odd, thinking it would be something weird like chickens crossing the road or a baby panda working the ice cream counter or something. But no, it was a combination of every day, normal things that just seemed to make this person extremely happy, which in turn made me really happy, too! Suddenly, I was no longer in this horrible mood! It was even better than a snow day! So, here's a list of weird things that for some reason make me happy.

1) People mowing their lawns. Have you ever noticed how happy people are when they do this?
2) Pictures of bears. I love bears. And anyone that has anything to do with bears. I'm actually going to name my son Baruch so that his nickname can be Bear.

3) Old people. They're so full of stories! And so wise. Life is probably great once you hit sixty... years of age, not miles per hour...

4) People who do nice things. It doesn't even have to be directly related to me! I love seeing people being nice. Like when people hold the door open for others, or when someone drops their things and everyone picks them up. Or even those people that tell everyone to have a nice day!

I think people should just be nice all the time. Nice people are... nice!

"Smile, darn ya, smile!"