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A lot of people have been asking me how I reacted when I first read the tweet… 

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So I’m going to write a post about it. Because on Twitter, it’s just impossible to describe ANYTHING of value in 140 characters. 

So. My friend Claudia texted me this morning and asked if I would like to go to lunch with her. We ended up going to Johnny Rockets, and I don’t know why this is relevant, but I like to include the complete context of my stories so that you get the full gist. (I had a turkey burger if anyone cares.) (And a Diet Coke) 

Okay, okay, getting to the good part.

After, thank GOD, after lunch. Claudia and I walk out to the car. Claudia was driving. Also thank GOD. I get in, sit down, and pull out my phone which had just buzzed. Text from Twitter. Open it up. Taylor tweet. 

I read the first line and immediately knew it was mine. It’s the perfect way to describe the shirt. “The Day Off Shirt.” It really is. It’s too big for her, it’s too weird to wear in public. So she coins it “The Day Off Shirt.” Couldn’t have put it better myself.

I didn’t even finish reading the tweet before I started attempting to destroy everything inside the car: the airbag, the windows, Claudia, everything that I could hit and grab with force. I get violent when excited. The window was open, but it didn’t matter. I was screaming. Screaming. I wanted everyone to know! Claudia, at this point, is probably thinking that I am having some type of heart attack. She kept asking me, “What, what” repeatedly. I screamed for a few more seconds and then finally attempted to make a sentence. “She…tweeted…about…my…shirt!” Claudia already knew about the shirt, so I didn’t need to explain anything. She immediately understood.

See, there is a certain understanding among all of my friends about my Taylor Swift thing. They all just know. “Oh there’s Ashley. The Taylor Swift girl.” Anywho. After I managed to speak, I immediately started sobbing. Hysterically. And let me tell you something about myself. I don’t cry. Ever. I didn’t even cry when I met her. I just don’t cry. It’s not something I do. But let me tell you, that tweet opened the floodgates. Claudia was just staring at me like I was a raving loon. Here I am screaming and crying and making all types of inhuman noises, and Claudia doesn’t know what else to do besides laugh. This is why I am thankful that I read the tweet AFTER we had been inside the restaurant. It was bad enough that passers by in the parking lot were watching this spectacle. I didn’t need an entire restaurant to be calling the crazy bin.

The thing is, I am already an animated person as it is. When I tell a story, I get very into it. You probably already gathered that. I’m always smiling, laughing, and expressing my feelings very openly. I wear my heart on my sleeve. So naturally, my excitement was on display for the world. I really wish someone had caught that on video. It would have become a Youtube sensation. I was going absolutely insane. 

I immediately called Ryan. He’s probably THE most supportive friend I have when it comes to my Taylor Swift obsession. He’s really just the best friend any Swiftie could ask for. I was legitimately sobbing on the phone to him. He probably didn’t understand a word, but he eventually was able to piece together what had happened. Like Claudia, he was laughing at me, but he was so happy for me. I couldn’t have chosen two better people to be the first to know. It’s like, when good things happen to you, you need to have someone there to tell you that they are happy for you. It’s what friends are for.

I tried to call my mother like 4 million times, but she didn’t answer. When she finally called back, I was mostly calmed down, but I was still incredibly excited. I think she shed a little tear when I told her. Moms are great like that. They live to see their kids happy. Oh, and, not to leave my dad out or anything, but he is the most technologically illiterate person I know, and to call him and try and explain what Twitter and Instagram are, would have been a nightmare. I left that explaining up to my mother. 

For the entire rest of the day, I literally have been floating on a cloud. I just can’t believe it. I feel like I’m about to wake up from a dream, because things like this just don’t happen in real life. People don’t get to just meet Taylor Swift. And even further, people don’t just get to have her tweet about them! People don’t just get to have Taylor Swift call them a “super cool fan” in front of millions of people!! Life just doesn’t happen that way. But when it does, let me tell you something. It’s magical. When everything you work and dream for just comes together like a puzzle, it’s magic. It’s nothing that can be explained with words.

I feel as though I’ve reached my life quota of accomplished dreams. I have experienced so many absolutely amazing things in this short 19 years of my life, that I just don’t know how it gets better than this. (Did I just quote Taylor Swift? Nah.) Anyway. I want to end this blog post with an encouragement to follow. your. dreams. I feel like Justin Bieber telling people to Never Say Never. I want to shout it from the mountaintops. Or maybe write a song about it, or make a movie about it. *cough*Justin*cough*

The point is, this life is short. Shorter than you could ever expect. I’m only 19 and I’m already wondering where the time went. So, as far as I’m concerned, I’m making the most of it. I want to be on my deathbed (hopefully in several years) knowing that I did it right. Knowing that I held nothing back. Knowing that I faced life head on and truly took the time to follow my dreams. Right now, my whole future is based on a dream. I’m trying to make it in the entertainment business. It’s a gamble. But it’s my dream. So I’m doing it. I don’t let people tell me what to do, or how to feel. I know what feels right in my heart, and I go for it. That’s what life is about. That’s what meeting Taylor Swift was about. Figuring out what I wanted, and doing it.

So, I’m leaving you with this: If you know what you want, please do it. Because there comes a time when you’re 40 years old and miserable because you’re stuck doing crap that you never wanted to do. Follow your heart and you will be happy. I promise you that.

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