What the fuck WAS I thinking?

Let me start off this post by saying that I'm pretty sick and tired of dating. I'm just sick of the mess that I have to go through with guys, and more often than not-- they're pretty sketchy ones. After Chicago, I realized that I just have to get over things, move on, and make new memories with new people while jump into things wholeheartedly. This potentially presents a bit of a dilemma because sketchy guys and great memories do not always mix.

The great thing about dating is that I learn so much about myself and how I respond to the world. I wrote the majority of this post angry and jaded, but, now I've potentially gained more insight into this new-fangled dating world. Still, after over a year and a half of chatting with Australia-- what the fuck WAS I thinking?

Right Here, Right Now.

First off, I know this music post is going to get a fuckload of crap from my friends. To address this: I already told you. I fucking love High School Musical (campiness and all), so go fuck yourselves. Honestly, everytime I say goodbye (or attempt to), I think of this song. Ironically, I associate this song with a bad relationship (or love interest, my first love to be exact-- but that sounds totally fucking lame and I hate the phrase), but it's turned into so much more. It's sad because this scene, though meant to evoke all the emotions seniors feel during their last year of high school (except for me, because I nerded out and intellectually peaked in my senior of high school), is exactly how I feel at this moment. And no, I don't need a Zac Efron to feel this way: you all are my Zac Efrons. ;) (Which means I would jump each and every one of your bones)

Fashionista

Blogs are hard to keep up with.
But so are fashion blogs. I suppose this will be my fashionista post. :) I've been pretty inspired lately since my closet has been full of clothes that I haven't worn in forever.


It's been fun experimenting with my closet. Living in Chicago, I'm going to have to be a lot more stylish in order to fit in!

don't mistake me for somebody who's hung up on you

It's always hard to get over someone.
I should know, I'm still in the process. While Greg Laswell's Comes and Goes (In Waves) could be more appropriate to the situation-- instead of looking back, I'm attempting to look forward. It's all I can do. I'm trying to look forward because looking to the past just gets me sad.

And no one likes a sad bitch.

This song fucking kills me.

Especially at 1:30 in the morning, I can't help but attempt to fight back tears as I listen to this.