Weirdly Beautiful

Last month, I swore that I was going to find the beauty. I really believe that life is only as good as you make it. I have spent far too long worrying, and not enough time enjoying myself. I am halfway done with college. I am so close to being a real person with a real job and a real life. I have two more years before I am no longer a kid. Don't get me wrong, I realize that if I color on the walls, I am far too old to get a timeout or be sent to my room. However, I am not really on my own yet, either. I don't pay for everything I buy, I don't have my own insurance, and I don't have my own home. For these reason, I still consider myself a kid. So before I have to run out and get all responsible, I should probably focus on loving this "care-free child time."
Recently, I have been noticing the beauty of words. Seeing as I already love English, this wasn't all that hard for me. However, I think we take for granted the funny things people say. We forget to laugh; we forget to smile. We get so caught up in our own lives that we don't even stop appreciate the complete ridiculousness of people and their conversations. Here are some snip-its...

• I want to buy a child and have it walk on my back.
• Let's just not be her friend...
• I wish I was a lesbian so I could date her.
• Put on your party pants! It's your birthday!
• If I could date me... It'd be like... perfect!
• I think I'm going to be that "crazy ex-girlfriend." 
• If my husband cries at our wedding, it's off!
• We need to keep me a secret.
• He is a flaming ball of drama!

Now, I realize that I am hardly seeing the world for the actual beauty. However, I would like to think that I am noticing the beauty of the people within the world. When you strip away our strong exteriors, we are all the same. We are all just a little bit weird. And I like it.