an upper for my downer

so...I might only blog when I'm upset. so...I'm going to say something positive and conceited.
I have the coolest shoes out of most people I know. Try and find someone with cooler shoes than me. Maybe you can find someone with a cool pair of shoes that I don't have, but overall I would win in a shoe-off. So that makes me cool in the world. I'm cool. I love myself!

Love, Mepisha

Life is full of...sometimes it's full of rejection and why's

I recently quoted myself saying, "How can it not be a great day when it's today?" But I don't feel that great anymore. Sometimes I decide it will be a good thing to apply for leadership positions. Sometimes (and by sometimes I mean every time) I decide to do that, and I get rejected. Why do I let people talk me into these kinds of things? (And when I say people, I really mean myself.) Why do people tell me I would be good at it? Why do people tell me I would be good at it, then interview me? Why do people tell me I'd be good at it, interview me, and make me feel great about the interview? Why do people tell me how great I'd be, interview me, make me feel great about the interview, and then give me a scripted r-e-j-e-c-t-i-o-n? Huh? Huh? Huh? This is depressing. FML worthy? Probably not. But totes wouldn't qualify for MLIA. I don't even feel like finishing my EFY application to be a counselor. And this day started out so well. I think I'll skip studying, watch a movie on Netflix, and be asleep before 11pm. Happy birthday Justin Bieber. Next year you'll be an adult. Woot.
-Mepisha, no longer a born-leader. call me if you need to reject a wallflower.

gumball face

You know those lovely encounters you have with people, the ones where you're going one way and they're going the opposite way. In your head you're thinking she's going to move, I mean I'm obviously walking here and she is totally going to move, not me I'm not moving. And she's thinking, she's going to move, there is no way she's going to make me move, she's for sure moving. Then surprise surprise neither of you move and you are within an awkward distance of each others faces. You both apologize and step in the same direction again. Then you think hmmm I'll go left this time, well guess what she goes the same way. You then both give a can we please just walk around each other/you're really bugging me laugh and somehow do manage to walk around each other.

Good, I'm glad you have all experienced that. Now do you want to know what makes it even worse? The other person is a dangerously attractive man and you look like a yellow gumball because you just got your wisdom teeth out. Guess what, no one even likes the yellow gumballs. Yup, welcome to my life. So the next time you run into this little awkward moment you can think of me and my face the size of a bowling ball and not feel so bad about your predicament. 

love, Sholanda.

I'll No Longer Be Needing Your Chair

Dear library desk,

You've been so good to me over my semesters here at BYU Idaho. You were always there when I needed you, perfectly in the corner holding no distractions for me to get lost in. You're just seconds away from a plug in case my computer is about to die, remember that time we almost lost my paper, that was a close one. I haven't seen you in awhile and though it's good to visit with you again I don't think we should make this a permanent thing. It's not that I don't like you, it's just I don't like where you live. Perhaps if you were on the white sands of a beach or on a dock at a lake. However you're stuck in the library. I hope you don't take this too hard, I'd still love your friendship considering I have 4 more test this semester. Once I take those though we're through. You've gotten me through many rough exams and for that I thank you, but the time has come for me to say goodbye.

With love,

Sholanda