When I was initially asked to be a guest blogger, I was flattered, but I have since then realized that I have no clue what to write about. Writing used to be my favorite hobby and form of therapy (I’m not really into movies), but I’ve recently lost my drive to transcribe. Now I have no choice-Marisol is forcing me to do this j/k…Unfortunately, I have some big shoes to fill- Marisol is quite witty. Me, on the other hand, I’m not quite as funny, just clumsy. Anyway, after vacillating between ideas, I have chosen to utilize this space to write something nice-an ode to Marisol…
Oh Marisol, Marisol
We have the same goal…
We want to be without a man
But don’t know if we can
Oh Marisol , Marisol
Our feelings are internal
We want to move away from home
And we’re experimenting like a gnome….
Oh Marisol, you are my roomie
And now you’re a homie… :)
I would like to thank her for listening to my endless venting sessions, handing me a tissue when necessary, and keeping me positive and busy. We have a lot in common (which is why she is awesome jk) and we’re using this time away from home to reflect on what went wrong. Along the way, we have had to learn to be “head of households” and all the responsibilities that come along with that title. We have had to adapt to the circumstances that have come our way and we have dealt with them in distinct ways. I always tell her I would like to be her-she’s so strong and positive. I am a rambling/pathetic mess, but she’s usually there to pick up the pieces! She’s always up for new suggestions and will stay up with me even if she has to wake up early to go to work (sorry about that). Plus she gives me her leftovers and shows me cool teeny bopper videos…(insert video here)
I’m not tech savvy so just visualize some teenagers with big mouths jumping around in random venues. ..
I suppose that is all for now. I’m just getting my feet wet with this whole blog thing, but I hope to find my voice soon because writing can definitely be cathartic. And, in the spirit of purification/cleansing, I will end with a final quote:
“It’s so lonely when you don’t even know yourself”- So thank you, Marisol, for helping me to get to know myself, and for being there so I am not lonely… I feel like I’ve known you forever!
Bye!
Ariana
