Pink Is Soooo My Color!!

I've always been told I look good in pink! And now my blog matches! Yay, what fun! (Say, all these exclamation points remind me of a past post form some months back...three points to anyone who can remember which one!!!)

I chose pink, not because "brunettes look good in pink", as I've been told by an impertinent salesgirl (Huh? Isn't Okee blonde? Or maybe not...), but because pink is a happy color.

And I like being happy, I really really do. And so even though stress has lately seemed to display an eager desire to consume my every waking moment, and a past relationship has ended rather suddenly and shockingly before my eyes, which I may or may not go into detail of in the near future, and too much is flying all around me before I can take a good, long look at it...I choose happiness. After all, if someone said to you that you can either take the red pill or the blue pill, one giving you happiness and the other despair, what color pill would you swallow (gratuitous movie reference, oops)?

Well, you say, or rather, you should say, 'which color gives you which emotion?', because you, like myself, are in law school (or maybe you aren't, and that's okay too), and so you know to examine issues from every logical and possible angle. To reexamine the situation thrice over, taking it apart and forgetting how to put it together again, and then, in a wondering kind of voice, asking, "Are we just reading too much into this?"

Anyway, if I was given the choice, I'd (duh!) choose happiness, because although despair may be much more glamorous, very "in" even, and can be accompanied by the most beautiful violins, happiness -although often overrated- can be used as a means to an end...despair can only lead to the end.

'Oh,' you say, 'so that's why she changed the template of her blog to a hot pink girly looking thing...Now I get it.'

You needn't be so sarcastic. I knew I'd get to the point eventually.

And the point is: All those new beginnings, although awkward and difficult, and at times I felt like a fish on land flapping about gasping for oxygenated water, were not as bad as I thought they'd be. I love school. Really! And It's fun being the "frummy" as my very sweet new-though-not-frum-and-not-necessarily-Jewish friends call me. More on all that another time. Cause I gotta get some sleep. Cause I have school tomorrow.

Crazy, huh? Me, in school!!:)

Anyway, good night, and from the bottom of my heart- take care!