Today I saw Wicked. It was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I even got a poster signed by every cast member. Oh course the fact that Jeanna De Waal played Glinda only made it 47749 times better. I’m on a cloud. The show was so much better than I ever imagined it could be.
Yesterday my mom took me on a surorize trip to Islands of Adventure!!! I had no idea where we were going until we were at the enterance. We went on a bunch of rides and eat a lot of cotton candy. Harry Potter world was by far the best thing ever. I was soooo freakin ecstatic to go see Hogwarts. I was like hyperventilating. It was an amazing day. Thank you mom. <3
I’m making a promise to myself right here and right now. One day I’m going to do something really stupid and really irrational for no good reason. And I’m not going to give a single fuck about what anybody says about. And if they don’t like it it won’t matter at all, because it’s me, not them. So if it pisses them off, good.
Note: The cure for asthma is not, “Just breathe!”, and the cure for cancer is not, “Stop growing those cells!” Similarly, the cure for depression is not, “Just be happier!”, and the cure for anxiety is not, “Stop worrying so much!” These are not phases of life for teenagers and the weak-minded - they are serious and chronic medical illnesses.
Reblogging this every time I see it.
I just watched that last episode of iCarly. I did cry. My dad cried. I stopped watching it in the second season, but it was still part of my childhood. I will miss it. I remember when the first episode aired and Serria slept over and we watched it. Now the two of us have really grown a part. I still love her, but we’re not best friends anymore. We haven’t been for a while. Watching iCarly tonight really made it sink in.