So guess what…that last diet didn’t really work out. Instead, I gained 10 pounds and now I feel miserable. There is honestly nothing worse than accomplishing something, and then ruining it for yourself (believe me I know- I’ve done it more than once). It’s 3:15 AM and I’m supposed to be …taking a shower and going to sleep (shhhhhhh…I’ll take a shower, don’t worry) but I’m here instead. I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight. You know, during Spring Break.
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I’m not depressed (been there, done that) but I feel…resigned, isolated, emo? I don’t know. All I know is that Facebook (out of all things) is making me sad because very few people talk to me anymore. It’s not their fault; I’m in a different space. I had to graduate early and I’m in Community College (albeit, while the rest of my friends are still in High School). But still. I would rather do that and be with them than be a year ahead. I want to go to UCLA where I belong (guess not) with my friends. I want to be in class with them. I want to have drama. I want to have FUN!
That’s what a part of me wants.
The other part is slowly making friends in a place where she never ever EVER wanted to be. The other part is learning more than she has in a looooong time (because fuck IB, all you do is learn the same things two times over). The other part is in a situation that SHE KNOWS will provide her with a unique perspective and a unique strength in life. The other part realizes that, although she is remarkably intelligent (narcissism not intended- really), she was not made for school in the way that her friends are, she doesn’t fit into the same slots; the other part is a bonafide nonconformist who has learned far more than she thought possible about herself in a short amount of time. The other part knows that this is right, that staying with her friends would have been a waste of time, and that this is where she needs to be.
But why me/her?
I’m doing a cleanse this time, a SERIOUS cleanse. Seven days vegan/gluten-free, seven days juices only, seven days vegan/gluten-free again. Healthier than master-cleanse (which I seriously considered), something that works both on the mind and the body. I hope. I need it, my mind is CLUTTERED. I need some relief.
I’m (also) in love with Russel Brand’s mind. Not his- er, phallus (his words, not mine)- but his mind. Really. I watched his stand up yesterday (on Comedy Central, after he was on Jimmy Fallon) and I fell. I loved him already, but it sort of cemented my feelings. It’s funny, some girls go for the musicians; I go for the comedians. I mean it, it’s not just “oh, he should have a sense of humor,” I go for people who literally embody humor. Poems are nice, but what really impresses me is 1. Literacy (i.e. why I love Russel instead of Larry the Cable Guy, or even why I love dear old Daniel Radcliffe more than the JoBros) and 2. A quick mind- hence the love of comedians- because very few people are faster, or more intelligent. Especially with Russel; man has a brilliant mind. Brilliant to the point of insanity (he’s bipolar- has suffered from bulimia, addiction, depression etc). He’s sober now, and I love him. SURE, he speaks about very vulgar things, and practically has sex with everything that does or doesn’t move (including the air in his stand up) but he makes it all sound beautiful. Such is the power of literacy.
Actually here- Qualities I Would Find Ideal in My Ideal Man (curse redundancy):
1. Literacy (i.e. he READS- lord knows that’s rare these days, ESPECIALLY in boys)
2. Quick-Wit
3. Overall intelligence (because I am always drawn to the intelligent)
4. Liberal in his political views (because otherwise somebody would die)
5. ..Not very religious (sorry Jonas Brothers, not for me)
6. Courageous (I LOVE balls
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7. someone who understands me (who is willing to put up with someone who writes like this at this hour of the night)…and listens
aaaaaaaaaaaand this brings me to one of the greatest questions ever to face teenage girls, is it better to go for someone who is similar to you, or someone who balances you out (because that guy doesn’t, and I’m having a hard time imagining him being a listener- which is, obviously, what I need). What would someone who balanced me out be like?
1. Illiterate (doesn’t read…? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!)
…CONSERVATIVE?!?! D: THE HORROR!!!!!
…I can’t go on!
…seriously…
maybe …sigh, I know
Johnny Depp
I’m a friendless stalker
I feel like Tyra Banks
…and I didn’t even drink massive amounts of coffee…
…nor did I do drugs
Good night
xoxo
Chathurika