I’m determined to view my life as a John Hughes movie.

I will spend my free time crafting playlists fit for the main character,

And I will drive with my windows down when it’s so bright I need my sunglasses to see.

I’ll wake up and stretch my hands high enough above my head that my fingertips will brush the clouds up above,

Instead of cursing the sun for greeting me with her blinding presence.

I’ll keep treating my minor inconveniences like catastrophic endings; 

The universe will use it’s movie magic to produce an ending fit for a 90s rom-com.

I haven’t gone as far as rolling my socks.

I’ll keep wearing my big, baggy jeans that are too big in the waist. 

I think they help me embody Ferris in his never-ending quest for adventure. 

At this point I’d do anything for a day off.

I’ll keep making the most of my minuscule time alone in my house from my overwhelming family.

However, I do have my fingers crossed that they won’t leave me behind on a vacation to the city of love.

And as I gaze up upon the stars sprinkled throughout the night sky, I won’t hesitate to thank them;

I’ll thank them for the greatness that is uniformed trees that seem to somehow grasp onto originality. 

101 thoughts race through my mind and I wish for nothing more then aesthetic handwriting.

I’d write our names in pink penmanship with a heart only to scribble it out immediately.

And as I walk out onto the football field, I’ll raise my fist triumphantly;

I’m determined to view my life as a John Hughes movie.