And just like that...we're back up.

Life is a roller coaster and it has it's up and downs and for the first time in a long time, I'm feeling up. I'm suddenly realizing that the song Up Up and Away is playing in the background and how appropriate that is. Isn't that always the way. You hate on all the songs on the radio until suddenly it clicks and you understand what Bruno Mars meant when he said "I'd catch a grenade for ya". The song has new meaning and only applies to you, you and the artist are on the same wavelength and no one else could possibly understand. Maybe it's human nature, a desire to reach out and relate to others, draw connections and hold onto them. That's why inside jokes get beaten to death, because you quickly realize you have nothing else in common... but that's neither here nor there. This is about how my life has changed in a week. 

I went from complete depression, like real teenage angst at it's finest. A girl reading too much into a situation, putting everything aside to feed the thought, only to be ignored and tortured, but she loved every second of that too, because at least it meant she was feeling something for someone, and that's better than not feeling anything at all. Anyway, I get back to school, and everything just fell into place. I got an internship, I'm doing well in my classes, I'm on good terms with that boy, I'm back at work, got all the hours I wanted, Exam P got delayed due to snow, I got a snow day, and I'm having fun with my friends. So for now, life is grand and love will come, no pressure. 

When it rains...it pours.

I had an interview for an internship a month ago, haven't heard anything from them. Sent my resume out to a couple places...no responses. Texted the boy I like...no reply. Lost 2 pounds...gained 5. Got a raise at work... on my last day.
I have to retake a class this semester. I haven't purchased any of the books yet. My left tail light is out. I overdrafted money from my account. My credit card bill is out of control. My hair dye is brassy, I have split ends, I ignored all the warnings and cut my own bangs, cutting my nose to spite my face. I have a huge sore on my chin that I can't get rid of. And I'm not even wearing matching socks.