Only You.

So I realized that some of my titles have absolutely nothing to do with my post, and this would be one of them. This song has just been stuck in my head for the past 24 hours and so it seemed fitting. Anyways, where to start today? I believe that I am a walking example of Murphy's Law, and in some odd way, I think I'm glad about it. I wouldn't have nearly as many interesting stories to tell or things to laugh about. Let's just start with this past week already (I am including this weekend). So on Friday, all seemed well until I hit the bank on my way to a club. It seemed that I didn't have enough money to even do my laundry the next morning, and I had to overdraw. Look at that! I am officially a broke college student. And boy does it suck while living in my personal version of temptation purgatory. Fast forward to when I get to this filthy club, and Friday night gets a hell of a lot more interesting. I'm not sure if it is legal to share the details, but it was probably in the top five most horrible nights of my life, when I'm being serious and not exaggerating. All I know is that I had some pedophile stick his hand down my pants on the dance floor, some Middle Eastern guy followed me around for a good hour trying to get me to go to his hotel room, and there were so many random drop-offs in that place that I almost fell on my face on the way out, but hey, that is usually my style with things. I spent the rest of the weekend recovering, and studying for my Art History test, which I took tonight, and totally bombed because I'm pretty sure my teacher is just another instrument in my personal form of hell, except she is at the other end of the spectrum than temptation. Who the hell puts A through T as multiple choice answers? Before that, the elevator decided to get stuck and I had to run down 8 flights of stairs, so naturally I was the last one in class, out of breath and dizzy before my mid-term. All of these shenanigans remind me of when a friend told me my life sounded like Bridget Jones' Diary after sharing how I usually end up spending my New Year's Eve alone in the corner of my uncle's house stuffing my face and sneaking mass amounts of champagne. After she said this, I started to see the parallels. I totally have that wrong place, wrong time kind of luck going for me, and I'm sure if my life was made into a movie, people would laugh at my misfortune as much as I do. I have the worst taste and luck with guys. I never win anything (not even at my Post-Prom and trust me, everyone usually wins SOMETHING there) I trip in the most public places. I can make any moment awkward. I laugh at my own jokes. But you know what? All of these things are okay. The point today is that sometimes we all feel like we can never get it right, but the key to being happy is to just laugh it off. There are times where I wonder if I've hit my rock bottom, and then when I get the surprise that it can get lower, and I don't cry (usually), I laugh. I never think my life is truly bad, I think it is comically bad, and may sound weird, but it more than gets me through. It makes me happen. It humbles me, and allows me to stop feeling sorry for myself after a five minute sulk session and do what I need to do to get things right again. Don't ever give up on yourself, be your most loyal and best friend. Because if you haven't noticed, the best of friends are always laughing at the things you do, so why not try it yourself? That's it for now.