lifestyles of the emo and jordan

A few days ago someone commented to me that they read my blog and I always seem sad. I didn't take this as necessarily a bad thing, but it made me think. One thing I try to do is be real on my blog. I read so many blogs and everyone seems to have the perfect life. Blogs usually portray that. No one wants to post the hard stuff, and why would you? That would just bring you down. I'm not going to post details of my life and what I go through but it's not always peachy. Sometimes life is just plain hard. I struggle like everyone else in this world and if I'm having a particularily low day I can't pretend that I'm not. I have never been good at hiding my emotions. Friday night I was sad and I'm still not sure why. I think the stress of the entire week was weighing on me and I just wanted to cry. Zack sat with me and made me laugh even though I was the snot-nosiest, emotional, gross thing in the world at that point. But he let me cry and carry on because that's what you do when you're wife is being an irrational basketcase? And I would do the same for him. Why? Because people are allowed to be ridiculous and thats why they have people that love them, to be there for them when no one gets it. I still am not sure why I had a cryfest but it felt better once it was done. So sometimes I may be sad on my blog and sometimes I may be entirely too happy. I may be scared, I may be crass and vulgar and I may be proud. That's just how it goes.

I have learned a few things this weekend:

After basically eating rabbit food for weeks on end don't try and eat a burger, it will not sit well.
When you take memorabilia from a serial killers house that is no longer there you will have scary dreams.
King Of The Hill cures most sadness.
Soy milk from the dollar store is not goo.

Hope everyone has a great week. Monday brought us a lot of snow here and I'm slightly scared to drive home. I have Alt Summit this week and I'm more nervous than I can possibly say, mostly because I only blog so I can write. Hmm.