Cheers to the Freakin Weekend.

On Monday, I got so stressed out that I almost cried and then I stopped myself (by yelling at myself in the mirror… then breaking said mirror and beating my face up with shards of glass.) But then my palms started sweating. Does that count as crying? When your hands leak sweat? I worked out for two hours hoping it would de-stress me. I’m not sure if it did because I fell asleep immediately after I was done. (I have my yoga mat on my bed because it makes life easier. Also, because I'm dating my yoga mat.)

The problem is that I like being good at things. Dare I say, better than good. And there are certain things that I think I’m talented at – like writing. So when I have a hard time with it, then I’m really hard on myself. Like, “You should know this!” But, I’m also neurotic. This is a case of me thinking I’m not good enough at something while simultaneously doing a great job at being crazy.

I’m not complaining about anything, because at the end of the day I still think I’m awesome. And the weird thing is that I thought this week would be absolutely terrible and it turned out to be a really great week. Like, significantly greater than most weeks.

And luckily, I have great friends… named Sam, Carly and Freddie. Yes, that is the cast of iCarly. Yes, I’m streaming it on Netflix. Yes, it’s awesome and I don’t feel bad about it. Not that my boring real-life friends aren't good, too. But all of them are at an age where being friends with them isn't weird - and that takes all the fun out of it.

have a good weekend!