I can't whistle. But you've got a point, Monty Python. Nothing is as bad as it seems. This past week has not been that great - I got slapped in the face by two rather large obstacles and didn't overcome either of them - in fact reacted horribly and had a hell of a week of it. I had a short period of crappiness of character, but I think I'm over it and myself. This blog isn't meant to be a fifteen year old girl's LiveJournal of her insecurities, so I'm not going to elaborate on my woes. In fact, I'm just not going to elaborate on my woes at all, here or elsewhere. Instead, I'm going to watch this video:
And read Maggie's Letter to a Hysterical Self (in case of relapse)
and list ten things I'm thankful for (GOD. THIS IS AN AFTERSCHOOL SPECIAL WAITING TO HAPPEN):
1. I have access to hot water and soap.
2. I live in a city that seems to love me and cater to my needs and such.
3. I can surround myself with poetry and books and be completely happy on my own.
4. My roommate could have really sucked. Instead she became one of my best friends in this place.
5. My family brought me up well, I think, and they are there for me.
6. Leonard Cohen isn't dead yet, so my chances of shagging him are slightly above zero in time of this writing.
7. I don't have acne. In fact, except for the random fun poppable zit here and there, I have awesomely clear skin. This is admittedly shallow, but I'm counting my blessings, k?
8. I get two cultures. They fight sometimes, but I am richer to have two than to have either alone.
9. The communists have yet to completely take over my country again, although that's not looking so hot, because people are fucking stupid.
10. I'm warm and well-fed. Oh, and I have a bed. An AWESOME bed. With a DOWN QUILT FROM THE MOTHERLAND. Your bed cannot be better.
