Soliloqui

I feel like lately I have finally grasped a few words to explain that abstract term that is sisterhood. It has been a year, and an eventful one at that. I have learned that sisterhood is not about friendship. Sisterhood is saying, even if you momentarily abandon us, we’ll still be here for you when you return. Sisterhood separates the like from the love. Sisterhood is about the unexplained accountability for each other, spawned from the shared history of trials and successes, the secrets no one else will understand. The word family is not just tossed about aimlessly, but a true representation of what sisterhood entails. Sisterhood is eternal, not by convention, but because of the glue of the experiences that hold sisters together. It is not about always being together every waking moment, but the pure trust that sisters will be there if needed without hesitation, without questions, ready to support and defend.

i’m thinking of a painting with a girl in a yellow dress in the middle of a green field, blue and yellow tint and wispy white clouds overhead, and her face is wiped clean with blue, one thick bright brushstroke blending with the sky…
it’s pretty right? pretty yet macabre yet hopeful.

i think a breeze is flowing through, leaving rustled hair and cool sentiments.

i’m listening to old pop, ballady music from my middle school days. why do i think such shallow songs are so beautiful right now? catchiness is underrated. because maybe what i need right now are laymen’s terms and direct translation from emotion to simple words, not convoluted poetic constructions.

i have the heart of a 14 year old. i’m immature in love. it’s confusing and painful but hopefully rewarding one day.

i guess you could say this was my first productive sunday in a while. first, i went to the sorority (panhel/mglc) brunch and it was nice to see both councils’ sorority girls in one room. i’m sure for some of them it was their first time realizing mglc existed. oh well =/
it’s really fun to learn step, but i worry about what we’ll look like in a month. do we really have enough time? and it’s the same night as ecstasy, speaking of which…
just came back from live skit rehearsal for ctas. it’s fun but i’ve never done this before and i have no idea how to memorize lines.
karen is always getting me to do things i wouldn’t normally do. but i guess part of me does want to try. i’m just like that, but the consequences could be severe haha.
we’ll see.