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I haven't had a good weekend in quite some time. And this past weekend was no exception. Admittingly, it started off extremely promising. I was on the road with a couple of my very good friends on the way to see Jason Mraz and finally fulfill my destiny of seeing him in person, haha. And ya, I saw him. This was a night that I can honestly say that if it had taken place at Southern it may have been one of the best nights of my life. But Mississippi State only made me miss Southern Miss. Not that the drunk guy shaking my hand telling me how fine I am or Lil Wayne trying to buy me a drink wasn't exciting. This trip may not have served the purpose I intended it to, but it served one nonetheless. It made me realize how much I truly love my school. I could transfer to just about any school tomorrow if I wanted to, but I know this is home. Here are some photos of some of the relatively beautiful moments from that night.

The next day is when everything really went downhill. I was stranded with Mimi. Note: there is nothing wrong with Mimi, in fact, there is no one better to be stranded with. But my phone died and we spent all day standing on campus [minus the 4 hours we spent sitting in a dorm lobby]. The lady at the front desk even gave us the remote and tv guide. Here are some photos documenting what was easily the longest day of my life. 

 

best person to get stranded with, ever.

I burnt my hand on the stupid dog. 

Well long story short, one of my best friends from Memphis actually rescued me and took me back to Hattiesburg. It's funny how some people show up when you least expect them to. It only proves to me how truly blessed I am with the friends that I have. Sometimes people tell you not to trust anyone and I understand that because there are people in my life that I regret trusting with every ounce of my being. But it's really a breath of fresh air when you have the kind of friends that I have behind you, all over the place.  

It's 2am and I've decided to blog. I mean why not, nobody gets to read your diary and I don't mind if people listen to a little of my ranting. That is, if anybody ever gets bored enough to actually stumble upon this. Which I doubt. Highly. But here I go anyway. Right now I'm reading this book called Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. Ya so what, I copied and pasted his name. It was easier. Well the reason I decided to read some of his work is because I stumbled upon this: 

Just this excerpt was so beautiful. So I here I am, reading a novel on my own since the first time since what? like the summer of 07 and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants? Well anyway I've been thinking about what this says a lot. And I think it's 100% true. Even if it's just for me. All I've ever clung to is the knowledge that love is there. 

And then one night someone told me that I was extremely easy to fall out of love with. 

And then the batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet were dead. I didn't even need love until I didn't have it anymore. So this is me. I'm a gambler. I gambled all my love away. This is my story. And I am on my pursuit of happiness. I just have a lot of growing up to do.