the good. the bad. and the technicolor.

 

 

like everyone, i have good and bad days. good days are usually amazing. and the bad days are usually horrible. there is no gray. i am living my life in a black and white movie.

don't get me wrong. there is nothing wrong with black and white. especially black and white cinema. some of the most amazing and original ideas have come from black and white movies. take alfred hitchcock. he basically redefined the definition of horror.

anyway. back to the real idea.

good days. good days are long chats on the phone. long conversations on skype. catching up with those that matter. those that make the difference.

good days are easy tests. passed tests. perfect tests.

good days are when your teacher actually knows what he is saying.

good days are when you love what you chose to wear that morning. especially when you love it through the whole day.

white days are, for lack of a better word, the good days.

black days are tough.

black days are when the depression takes over. when i think nothing is going right.

black days are failing a test. black days are hating your teachers.

black days are filled with cooking and cleaning.

black days are thinking that the only reason you are here is to do things for everyone else.

black days are irrational.

remember that. black days don't matter. and they're only black because you make them that way. life is always brighter when you decide to open your eyes and realize that you were wrong. your life is great.

aside from the black and white. there is always a little bit of color. sometimes, a burst of color.

color comes from funny jokes on twitter.

color comes from the three hour class that only lasts for thirty minutes.

bursts of color come from the humor that leaves addam's mouth.

that's right addam. this is for you. finally. i have been wanting to write you something for a long time. i have been thinking about it a lot. don't think i didn't want to. i just didn't know how to. you mean a lot to me. i just wanted it to be perfect. cause you can always put a burst of my color into my day.

your bursts come from the times you scream up the stairs at me.

the times you burst into my room and make me laugh so hard i fall off my bed.

the times you run around like a weirdo.

the times you speak in your own made up accents.

the times i realize that you are awesome and i couldn't have asked for a better roommate. a better example. a better friend.

there will always be black and white. but there will always be color. you just have to find where that color comes from.