Drabble #5: Surprise yourself.

Note: This is an update to the sob post I posted just a few hours ago. So right after writing that last entry, I mulled things over and decided to get over my apprehensions and go to my dorm’s formal anyway. I told myself that, if anybody asked, i’d say I was there for the food. Long story short, things didn’t turn out the way the way I thought they would (story of every college party, eh? haha) and here’s what I came up with: 

Sometimes, you need to surprise yourself.

And you’ve got to go to parties you’ve already decided not to go to.

And you need to talk to people you think you’ll never relate to.

Because the truth is, you don’t actually know how things’ll turn out.

And there’s simply no reason for you to go on not knowing.

So put on that dress you never wear but keep in your closet anyway.

And slip on those heels that don’t feel quite right.

Get ready to do things you wouldn’t do on just any other night

A petty sob post from me (because these are what blogs are for clearly).

Reasons why I’m in my room instead of my dorm’s Formal Dinner right now:

1.) I’m worried my cocktail dress won’t be good enough for entrance. Last time I didn’t dress “good enough” for the occasion, I wasn’t allowed to enter the dorm (my moogle costume wasn’t wacky enough for Wacky Day ;__;).

2.) I know I’ll be too worried about requirements to even enjoy the thing.

3.) Nobody to enjoy it with because I’ve estranged myself from my dorm friends. I feel so estranged.

… And these are the days i’ll look back on and remember fondly. *sob*

Drabble #3: And perhaps this is what growing up is about.

     It is about learning, one mistake at a time. It is about losing things and earning them back. It is thinking about all the things you can’t possibly ever do and accomplishing them one by one. It the late nights spent dreaming, eyes wide open, heart on the verge of bursting. It is about giving chase, losing track, and picking up the scent of things forgotten. It’s about being wronged and doing right. It’s about breaking things and picking up the pieces. It’s about fixing things and accepting they will never be quite the same. It’s about making things and figuring out what to do with them —

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I don’t know about you guys, but I had a pretty eventful weekend.