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 :)

How my February began.

Every once and awhile, I will get an inexplicable bout of insomnia, completely out of the blue. No caffeine intake, no weird foods before bed, just plain ole randomness. This happened last night. Below is a breakdown of the first day of February went (and is going) for me.

12:30 a.m. --Look at the clock, note the hour and begin to find a good stopping point.
12:35 a.m. --Turn off lamp and squish down in the covers
1:05 a.m. --Unable to sleep, not even a trace of sleepiness, which is definitely disconcerting.
1:15 a.m.--Suddenly get overwhelmed with the idea that I have no idea where I could intern this summer. Get on laptop and begin search.
1:25 a.m. --Internship search turns into Facebook/Twitter/Random blogs search.
2:15 a.m. --Still not sleepy; put away computer and re-open Ken-doll.
2:45 a.m. --Starting to get seriously concerned by lack of sleepiness; sit up in bed and stare at walls.
3:05 a.m. --Less concerned by lack of sleepiness; wander into kitchen to get some water, end up getting a bowl of Fruit-Rageous (off brand of Fruity Pebbles...it was the cheapest cereal!)
3:15 a.m. --Go back to kitchen to clean, dry and put away bowl and spoon. Stand there for about 4 minutes, lamenting my 8 a.m. wake up call.
3:29 a.m. --Re-brush my teeth. Then floss. Then use mouthwash.
3:40 a.m. --Go back to bed. Turn off light with resolve.
3:47 a.m. --People above me decide to stomp around room and listen to music loudly. I mentally curse them for not letting me sleep! Then feel bad and retract my inner insults, since I was technically awake...
4:00 a.m. --Okay. This is it! I feel sleepy! Curl up in a little ball! Time for sleep! This had better not be a foreshadowing of my February.
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8:00 a.m. --Doesn't happen. Reset alarm for 8:45.
8:45 a.m. --Wake up, surprisingly refreshed, despite my late bedtime. Then realize this will mean I will craaaash at about 11:00...
9:20 a.m. --Walk out the door, bundled up against the gross, cold weather, coffee thermos in hand. Decide it is most definitely a 'Jam to Glee soundtrack,' kind of morning. Stop myself from dancing all the way to the bus stop. Only dance part of the way.
9:45 a.m. --Sit outside of first class, attempt to read Byron; Daydream about napping while drinking my coffee and eating a Pop-Tart instead. (Oh, jeez I swear I'm not this unhealthy. They were special fiber-filled not-really-pop-tarts-Pop-Tarts!)
10:00 a.m. --I hate this geography class. He is nooo Professor Cooper. Attempt Byron again instead.
10:53 a.m. --Oh, jeez, he always let's us out late, so I have to race to my next class at the busiest time in the Quad. Run into 4 people.
11:00 a.m. --Favorite class: British Literature 1785+. Love Professor Hammett. Today, declared that Lord Byron was the Lady Gaga of the 18th century. Deee-lightful. Realize I am really, really tired. Curse you, insomnia!
11:50-12:24--Practically run through the rain to get to the Den (funky little eating spot). Pull out my turkey sandwich and my geography lab report to double check answers. Instead, play Solitaire on iTouch until I look at the clock and realize I am late to my lab. Shove all things into my backpack and rush to Evans Building.
12:27 p.m. --Marvel at the lack of foot traffic in the quad and go into lab; look at cute grad student in charge of lab and sit down.
12:32 p.m. --Remember my dislike of Physical Geography. Realize how difficult and pointless it is. Struggle over new lab report.
1:50 p.m. --Give up on lab report and decide to go to office hours later to have cute grad student explain what the heck he was talking about.
1:57 p.m. --For once, get a good seat on shuttle. Rejoice!
1:57 1/2 p.m. --Gross guy eating pizza sits too close. Rejoicing ends.
2:20 p.m. --Arrive at apartment. Look behind me to see if anyone saw my dancing on the way back. Only one person. That's a first.
2:25 p.m. --Check email. Phone rings, it's Mom! Yay! Decide L.A. won't work out for Spring Break. No yay...
2:30 p.m. --Decide it's not worth it, give into crash course set out by my lack of sleep. Aim for bed, grab Snuggie and fall blissfully asleep still dressed.
3:3o p.m. --Stupid text message wakes me up. Drowsily throw it across the room. Decide I should get up anyway, apologize to phone and return text. (Which you never responded to, Emma!)
3:34 p.m. --Decide I need a cup of hot tea and a snack (preferably healthy since I'd slacked off earlier...and at 3 a.m.)
3:45 p.m. --Roommate comes home, end up chatting in the kitchen.
4:00 p.m. --Go back to room to watch Gilmore Girls.
4:15 p.m. --Remember I hate this season. Continue watching anyway, but start to do a blog.
4:20 p.m. --Realize in horror, that I did stay up until 4 a.m. Good heavens.
4:30 p.m. --Run out of things to say.
4:45 p.m. --Make a Post-It of what I want for dinner and what I should wear to class tomorrow. Eh, and of homework I need to do.
5:00 p.m. --Decide now would be a good time to start homework...Man!

Alright, I guess I could get all metaphorical and say how, like the rest of the month, my evening is a mystery as it should be. But don't worry, I won't. If you really read all that, wow. Thanks. Time to earn my college education and read about Communications. Lucky me! So happy February all! ...And Happy preliminary Birthday, Melanie...It is her month.

P.S. I like details, as you can tell. Maybe tell me some of yours?