I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

I want to write, but I don’t know what to put down.

Throughout the day I literally have to tell myself to calm it down because I am not Carrie Bradshaw. 

I am excited.

In just a few short weeks I will be graduating High School. Hold the applause. 

I hope the summer that is shortly arriving will not be the best summer of my life, but the best summer of my life so far. I want this to be the best summer I have ever experienced, until the next one rolls around. And so on and so forth. 

I want to have fun, and lots of it. I want to dance on table tops and come home at all hours of the night. But of course walking in with dignity not stumbling in like someone gross. 

I want to meet new amazing people that I can add into this new chapter of my life that I will be starting. I literally can’t explain it, because I don’t know exactly what the future holds and I like it that way. All I can say is, I am excited.

Return of the Lady.

Maybe every generation goes through this kind of scare. Or maybe it’s just me. I feel like we need the return of the lady. Of course guys need to start acting like gentlemen, but if we don’t change how could we expect them to?

First off I know people get mad with gender roles that “society has set upon us”. I don’t get the frustration. Personally I love being a girl and all things girly. I think a true lady should keep her head, heels, and standards high. A true lady should care what people think of her, because reputations are everything. 

Sometimes I wonder I’ve been raised in the same world as some of the girls of my age. First off, learn how to handle your liquor. One of my pet peeves is when people blame things on alcohol. I feel like people use alcohol as an excuse to do things they wouldn’t normally do and to say things they wouldn’t normally say. Also, slurring your words is so trashy. Don’t be a sloppy drunk. That is just so disgusting. 

Just saw a kid on facebook refer to his grandmother as “bitch”. If future my son ever tried to pull that, the back of my hand would stop his sentence from finishing.

Wow.

It’s been a while since I’ve been on tumblr. 

I was reading some of my old posts. It’s funny how quickly things are always changing. I think in some weird way I have grown up a little bit. Not that I wasn’t grown up before, but I’ve moved on. I’m trying my hardest not to hold onto the past because I am too excited for the future. 

I’ve learned you can’t forget things, not that I wanted to or anything. You just have to accept it and move on. I’ve learned to let go of anger and to just be happy. 

I guess the universe has been trying to tell me something for a while. Hit me like a freight train.