One day, when I was on the playground in kindergarten, there was a girl swinging by herself on the swings. When I told my friends that I thought we should go play with her, they told me no. They thought she was weird.

Right then, I stood up from the swing I was on, and walked over to the lone girl. I lost my more popular friends that day, but in turn I gained one of my best friends. I didn't care if people thought she was weird or not and, in fact, when they made fun of her, I defended her. I even once pushed a kid down to defend her!

Point being: I love people too easily. What's more, I love people who aren't afraid to be themselves.

I love getting to know them. I love discovering just how different people are. Even if someone is, I don't know, a drunk... Or, if they're known as a selfish or conceited person, I always take the time to try and find the good in them.

I don't know if this is a good trait or not; however, because of this, I have had some of the most amazing friends throughout my lifetime. All of my friends are so unique and so individualistic; they are out of this world. I've had druggie friends, hippie friends, literary friends, theatre friends... Friends who don't know what to do with their lives, and friends who have their lives planned out for them. Friends who are too afraid to put themselves out there and friends who should really draw themselves in.

But, no matter what type of people they are, my friends have seriously always been there for me. I honestly would not trade a single one of them in for the world.

Point being: God, I love my friends.

Friends...

is the only show I ever watch anymore. I don't have cable because it costs too much. However, I do own almost every season of Friends. So, I turn it on for background noise. I'm pretty sure I know all the lines....

In high school, my nickname was Phoebes. I was (and still am) such a flake! Tonight, my friends and I went to the gym. On the way to the gym we passed by a dead tree that had one singular flower up towards the top. My friends wanted to pick it and I told them no! It was so pretty! A flower, all by itself, stemming out of something decrepit. I know this isn't necessarily an example of a "Phoebe" moment.... But... Just thought I'd throw that out there.

This is a really lame blog. Like, beyond lame. But I'm trying to do the 365 thing... And all I can think of right now is sleep. So, there you go.

Good night!

The Fuzzy End of the Lollipop

I'm watching Some Like it Hot for the second time this weekend. I'd never seen it before this weekend; however, I think it's absolutely amazing!

One of my favorite quotes is by Marilyn Monroe. She states a couple times that life keeps handing her the "fuzzy end of the lollipop." And now I've made it my goal to somehow incorporate this term into my everyday conversation. It is by far the cutest thing I have ever heard to describe tough situations. And what's better than looking at life in a semi-candy-coated way?

Speaking of Marilyn Monroe- dead honestly one of the most beautiful women ever. And... She had curves! Definitely a better time for women. A time when you could actually have a shapely figure and not be considered fat. I'm sure there were still pressures, but it just doesn't seem as though there'd be as many. Isn't it better to live and feel comfortable in the skin you have rather than try to fit into a size "zero"? Oh, today's society... How you disappoint me. ; )

Below is a link to Marilyn singing "I Wanna Be Loved by You" in the movie. You should watch it. Doooooooo it! :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWk62WlpT1c&feature=related

I Ain't No Shakespeare.

Just so everyone knows, I know I'm not an amazing writer. That's not really why I have a blog. If I thought I were an amazing writer, I'd spend my time writing newspapers or magazines begging for their attention. Or something along those lines... What ever it is that amazing writers do.

I don't write because I think I'm great at it, I write because I hope to improve at it. Or, I hope to vent. Or I hope to brag, or to think, or to... do what ever I want.

In other words, if you read my blog and want to correct my spelling or grammar... Or you just think it sucks all together... Well, it's your fault for reading it in the first place. And no one's pulling your leg to do so.

With that all said, thank you Amy for being a "follower"! You're so funny! : )

Ray Bradbury said in one of his essays that, ""You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you." This is why I write. Because any little insignificant tidbit that I can write and put out there is still better than keeping any overwhelming feelings all welled up inside me.

Sorry if it's not up to your par...

This was somewhat of a vent. Sorry about that.

One more thing!!! I am going to start a 365 blog thing, I do believe... I'm going to try and write every day on here. While this will cause a big overload in blogs... I wanna do it anyway! And I probably won't succeed anyhow! : )

Have an AMAZING Monday tomorrow!