Fresh Start. Happy Heart.

So I've discovered the secret to feeling like your new class schedule is a piece of cake even though it contains 16 credits:

Almost kill yourself the semester before. And then take a class load that's just a tiny bit lighter. And you will be in HEAVEN. (heaven.)

Seriously, last semester was insane. Looking back, I have no idea how I even lived through it, let alone got good grades. (NO IDEA.) This semester, I have six classes (I had seven in the fall), and they are all between 9 am and 2 pm, except for one night class. I have FREE AFTERNOONS!

I'm not wandering around campus every day for 12 hours like a starving homeless person with a shaky grasp on sanity!

I am looking for a job to fill those afternoons, but still. So happy that this semester won't be a test of survival. SO HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.

So far, in the first 2 days of school I:
awoke my inner math-nerd (holla)
ate at Subway twice
went to Sonic with my homegirl/ sister Sarah
had a melodramatic melt-down and thought my life was wrecked
full-on sobbed during an opening prayer in one of my classes
got to sit in front of an entire class while they openly judged me (horrifying)
sat on my bed and talked to my homegirl Ashley for a long time (she makes everything better without fail.)
dumped an entire bag of pretzel sticks on the floor in this morning's class (embarrassing)
had lunch with my homegirl Kirsi and loved it
and then slept for four hours after school.

Least favorite class: drama. I already think the entire class hates me. It's a long story.

Most favorite class: World Religions. This professor makes me so intensely interested in learning about other religions that I may become a combination of Buddhist/ Catholic/ Krishna/Muslim and Mormon and love it.

thuggin' with four dollahs at sonic. i roll hard.

sistahs. we spend a large part of our time together in the car rapping. true story.