Sweater

Dear Diary,
 Holy Smokies, its been a while eh?! I have been sitting on my butt being all bored this evening, so I decided to make the best of my home alone state. I put on the ugliest sweater I could find and listened to depressing music and Disney (of course), obviously both put me through an emotional roller coaster. I even danced around and made stupid distorted faces in the mirror making myself slightly terrified of my own face. Yeah, I did a lot of exciting things in around 15 min. Yet I can't help but feel this overwhelming sense of boredom... which is weird because I don't ever have those emotions lately (working everyday and school and social life and what not). Soooo What am I going to write about then??

How about...

My sweater... its life and story in a mystical tale.

Once upon a time, there lived a sweater, and it had terrible self esteem. Teenagers and classy ladies would walk by take one look at it and grimace, uttering the same words "HA THATS AN UGLY SWEATER!". This hurt the poor sweaters feelings. It hung on its usual hanger, being pushed from left to right as eager mothers searched through the racks. The little ugly sweater began to lose hope in finding someone that would love it and all of its ugliness... when one day a plain girl walks into the dusty thrift store. She scanned the room when suddenly her eyes rested on the sweater, the sweater stared back in alarm. The cruel words always came, but this time it was different... The girl smiled with content. This was of course new to the humble ugly sweater, taken a back it watched as the girl walked up to feel its itchy material. She whispered "You are the one" The little ugly sweater and its flabby sleeves, itchy wool, and weird patterns life was made. He was bought for $6.35, said goodbye to its awful hanger and wrapped its warm wool around the girl. Giving her a hug of pure ugliness, and they skipped away. The girl no longer plain, the sweater no longer alone. And they skipped into the sunset, to be mocked together. Forever.

Don't cry now. I know its emotional. This is love...

Tanisha