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Laugh Lines

So I've had a pretty rough week. With the exception of getting into college (which I am super excited about), it's been pretty long. When I have a rough time, all I want to do is laugh. Sometimes I'm in the mood for stand up, other days I watch sitcoms, but I frequently end up on the Ellen DeGeneres Show YouTube channel.

I just think Ellen's awesome. She lives by a phrase that has recently become a motto of mine "No Shame". She's honest, she dances, she's not overly vulgar, she can speak whale, the list goes on. She doesn't swear, she scares people for Pete's sake! In short, she just gets it. She gets how to appeal to literally everyone with her humor and her personality, and I strive to be just like that. I mean, watch how comfortable her guests are when talking to her. It's looks like two old friends catching up, not an intense interview. I think that's why so many people love her so much. She treats her audience, her guests, and everyone around her like a friend, and she's willing to help out so many people who ask for it, whether it be money, clothes, or even just tickets. Maybe I'm pointing out the obvious, but that's what I want to be like.

I want to be fearless, generous, funny, and familiar. I think everybody should try to be like that. We should all strive to understand the people around us, to say kind words, to do kind deeds without anything in return. We should, as she says "Be kind to one another". Maybe then our world will be full of less rough weeks and more laughter.


The other thing I like to do when I'm down is listen to music. I've been listening to this one a lot lately. It's Don't You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia

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