Day 15

Greetings!

  All day long, I'm always thinking "I should write about that!", and then I sit down, with this bright screen in front of me after a day's worth of exhaustion building up behind my eyelids, and I have nothing to write about. Nothing at all. Blank. Blank. Blank.

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  So, I usually just go with it. Go with the flow, as I always say. I never say that.

  My friend, Tulsi, called me after school today, and she was speaking in a pip-squeak voice, that's really high and low. High and low. That makes sense. Yes. Yes it does.

  Anyways, I asked her why she was speaking like that, and her response was "I'm quiet clone". (WheezyWaitor, anyone? anyone?) I was laughing for ages! Tulsi made my day. If you're not familiar with Wheezy, go do yourself a favor and look him up, he is THE funniest person, ever.

  Next up, I want to talk about nail polish. I do not consider myself the stereotypical "girly-girl", but I do love me some nail polish. I like experimenting with different colors and shades. I like painting my entire nail one color, and then painting over it with another color in a streaky way. For example, one time I painted my nails blue, and then days later I went over it in red. The final product included like a gazillion different shades of blue, purple, and red. It was gorgeous. Just gorgeous, darling.

  Little sisters are so funny. My sister, Sofia, is one of those goody two-shoes kinds of girls. If she does anything wrong she cries about it. For instance, there was this one time when we were in the car, and she said "I'm going to get my damn but out of the car", when she was like 4. Everyone was laughing, but tried to explain to her that that was a bad word, and not to use it, and she started balling. BALLING. "Mama! I said a bad word? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know, Mama!"

  Anyways, the last thing I want to talk about is how to say nice things.

How to say nice things.

  How to say nice things.

How to say nice things.

  I sort of kind of lack this skill. It's not that I don't think nice things, it's just that I don't know how to articulate things. I find that I'm very cynical about romance and drama, and sappy-lovey-dovey things. This is always a problem for me. I never know how to respond when I'm told to write or say something sweet or too nice in my perspective.

  I think nice things, but that's the whole problem. I think nice things. I rarely say those nice things. Or, rather, I do, but they don't amount to the same level sincerity as they do in my brain.

  For example:

In my head: 

I'm so proud of you! You did such and amazing job! :) :) :) My insides are bubbling up, I'm just so excited for you!

What I would say:

Good job! :)

In my head:

You look so beautiful today! I think that the colors you're wearing perfectly compliment you! Wow... just beautiful.

What I would say:

You look nice.

In my head:

I understand how you're feeling. I'm so sorry that you're feeling that way. I know exactly what that's like.

What I would say:

Sorry.

  Do you see the problem? It's not good. I need to fix that. Until I do, I'm afraid that Tulsi and Grace are going to have to wait a few days for proper responses to their amazing comments, as well as a proper comment to Grace's page. Sorry?

  Just so you know, I have about 1,000 confessions I'm just dyeing to share with the world. It's so funny. I think of one every two minutes. Who would've though that I would be so excited to embarrass myself on the big bad internet?

-D.F.T.B.A.-
Mina;)

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