You're wrong when it's right.

YES, I just quoted Katy Perry lyrics! NO, it's not because I like her!

I mean, I do, a little but only when I need a screaming-out-the-lyrics-and hoping-I'm-in-the-same-vocal-range kind of jam. Then I scan the radio stations for Miz Perry and I am rarely let down. Piece of advice, try this when you're down, it totally helps.

Anywho, the real reason for quoting that particular lyric as it's kind of accurate to my personality, or what have you. Okay, here's the explanation: I am almost always wrong. Seriously. Trivia, memories, random bits of useless information, I simply am incorrect whatever I say. In fact, I am wrong so often, I have a friend who always knows when to say the opposite is correct because if I am so adamant about one thing, it must be the other. I mean it, if I am supporting you and going along with what you're saying, just stop talking because you are probably wrong, too; I'm contagiously mistaken. I probably owe my mom hundreds of dollars, in quarters, for all the bets I've lost over the years, because, honestly, if I'm always wrong, she is always right. It's ridiculous. And unfortunately for me, Melanie seems to have inherited that trait as well, so I am just surrounded by correct people all the time. It can get old. Although, I feel like my ability to not only admit that I am constantly wrong should give me a little bit of credit. Of course, saying that probably proves it immediately false. Oh, well.

Now, don't get me wrong (tee-hee), there are times when I am right. However, as fate would have it, those times, as few as they are, have become extremely unwanted. I seem to only be right about the things I really, really don't want to be right about. When it comes to sad gossip, unfortunate situations no one wants to think about, or even just predicting bad weather, I have got that covered with a right answer. For example, I was right about my best friend, Veronica. I predicted that she would change, almost completely alter herself, when she got a long-awaited boyfriend. What I had hoped would NOT happen (which apparently means it must happen) was that the change would be for the worse. You know, won't answer calls, becomes incredibly flaky, and the few times we do hang out, she spends the entire time a) complaining about the boyfriend and b) texting and planning when she can stop hanging out with me so she can be with the boyfriend. Let me tell you, I wish I had been wrong.

Of course, there are a few scenarios when I was right that I'm actually happy about. I was right about Emma when she fated herself to find a really great guy when she swore up and down she wouldn't at Bible college; I was right that Kacey was right when she said I would like, perhaps even love Texas State; I was also right that I would change, learn things about myself, and grow the heck up. See? Being wrong almost all the time is okay, just as long as I get a few important things right. At least once in a blue moon should suffice.

I guess you could say that I've accepted my inability to be one of those people who just has all the answers, or any answers for that matter. Then again, if you know me at all, there are certain times when my being incorrect is cause for a temper tantrum (hey, it gets hard, okay?) However, in a similar boat, it has taught me such a sense of humility, and respect for those who are so correct and smart that I wouldn't trade it for being a smarty-pants. Through my many, many failings, I have learned to not only see the silver lining, but depend on it. Otherwise, I would be a very unhappy little camper. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I like being wrong. I wouldn't be who I am today without my incapacity to be right. And I don't know about you, but I kind of like me, despite my flaws and faults. So hard times of being incorrect have come my way and will keep coming my way, but it's perfectly alright since I am pretty good at handling it. Or at least, I'm learning to be.

Alright, enough of my personal philosophies for one day. I have too many exams to study for and about 3 days to study for them all. Yay, for mid-terms. Anyway, I'm sorry if this post was ridiculous and far out. I promise the next one will be boring and trivial (just kidding, I know this one was boring and trivial, too). Goodnight to all! Unless you are reading this at any other time of day...Whatever, my brain is fried. Good-whatever time of day it is that you're reading this!

P.S. Whenever you are wrong about something, just remember, I was probably wrong about it first and the situation was probably way more embarrassing for me.

P.P.S. Happy Valentine's Day! Just so you know, you'll always be my Valentine :)