I can’t believe this. I’ve been having such high energy levels lately. This prompts me to feel more positive and generically happy. No, I’m not one hundred percent myself yet, but hey, small steps right? To be honest, I can do without a few teachers staring all the time. The other day I was sitting in class and was about a half second away from screaming “FUCK OFF” and storming out of the class. Yeah, its gotten back to the eff you stage. It’s an empowering feeling, which fuels my drive to go on. Hell, who knows how long this will last. I’m trying not to think too much into it, I mean, how long can this last where I am this energized? A week? A day? One more minute? All I can do is embrace it now. If I start to think, then the negative thoughts will stroll on in. Like I’ve mentioned in previous publications, I’ve been planning my birthday party. My mother insisted on me having this shindig (More like forced.) As it turns out, she just booked a venue because, “Its communion/confirmation/graduation etc season, and every one will be booked.” I knew this was true. And the rest is “left up to me.” Thanks, mum. The problem is, with my birth month being April, I never know how mother nature will grace us. Usually, she graces me with her presence in the worst ways. Rain. I love rain, I love the smell, the feel, the sounds that are associated with it. Just not when I wanted “my” shindig to be held outside. The way I saw it, we could have it outside in a tent with lanterns and a dance floor with a DJ. Going all out vintage. Now I have to bring this ideal inside. Hmm. My creativity is sparked.I have yet to make that contract I am suppose to make- one less thing to think about right now. For now, most of my time is occupied with searching for a vintage dress. This is hard considering not many appreciate the vintage culture from which I feed off of. Sure, there is ModCloth and Etsy-but this is apparently a big deal. I “need a nicer party dress to stand out” according to my friends and mother. Any suggestions? Anyone *crickets*. Until next time, it’s back to the drawing boards. Stay hip, lovies.