Rawr

I'm a happy person. Like, legitimately happy. I just realized that a few weeks ago.
This is going to sound snobby and presumptuous, but I've been through a lot of crap in my life. I've caused a lot of it, but I've also been the subject of some of it. I realized that I dwell on things a lot. Like, if I know that I've done something bad that I feel horrible about, I can't forgive myself for it and I just keep beating myself up about it.
A few weeks ago, I just forgave myself. Like that. I don't know how it happened, but it just did. I still stress out over things (Oh, yeah, there's lots of that), but I just... I don't know. There's a sense of peace to my life now. I know, corny, right? But it's true. I just realized that I really am a really lucky person. I'm alive (that's always nice), I have a great family who loves me, and I have friends that I would give my life for (that's not even a joke). This year has been...eventful, to say the least. I've had highs and lows. But this year I've learned to love my friends and family at a new level. Also very corny. I have a very corny life. I like corn... Especially the way they make it at Chili's. Chili's has really attractive waitstaff. Like this one guy named Jesus (pronounced hay-soos). ANYWAY. Yes, there was a period earlier this year where I felt like my friends just hung out around me because they felt sorry for me or something. It might be true. But I realized that as long as I love them, it doesn't matter. I heard on an episode of Samantha Who (my new obssession since I finished Ugly Betty) that "the joy in life is not in hearing the words 'I love you', but in being lucky enough to say them". SO MUCH CORN. But seriously, it's true. Who knew that The TV was good sometimes? I also learned (from Samantha Who) that rich people smell like cupcakes. Yum.

Meh meh meh

I was watching this show called The Gates earlier. It started off decently. Then right as there was about the be a steamy, passionate makeout scene, the lady reared her head and sunk her fangs into the dude's neck... At this point, I threw my hands into the air in exasperation. Yet another vampire show.
I blame Stephanie Meyer. She ruined vampires are werewolfs for me. Don't get me wrong, when Twilight first came out, I was a huge fan (I don't really like them any more, though). I used to love all of those tacky horror movies with vampires and whatnot. But recently, they have been running rampant! I walked into Barnes and Noble the other day and meandered over to the Teen section to find a book to read before the movie we were about to see (yeah, I read during the previews sometimes, sue me). To my shock, there were (are you ready?) 4 rows of a genre called "Teen Paranormal Romance"... 4 out of 6 rows. That left me with 2 rows of books that I was in the mood for. Sigh. I ended up getting one called Falling In Love With English Boys... No regrets. Anyway, I'm not slamming Stephanie Meyer or anything, I'm just saying that this whole obsession with vampires and stuff has gotten a bit out of control.
Oh, also, I'm thinking about not blogging on this one any more because no one really reads it. I do have another blog, though, with one of my friends where we talk about Broadway and stuff. It's pretty cool. --> http://variousbearsonbroadway.blogspot.com/. We also have a tumblr under the same name. Alright, arivaderci!