Oh My Beautiful One...

Ahhh... I wake up to the beautiful, yet blaring, sound of Johnathan Davis's voice coming from the speakers. Good old Korn; so reliable when it comes to getting my ass out of bed every morning.  I lay in bed for a moment; the moment chill feels good and relaxing in a odd way. I lean over to the window by my bed and see those tiny white flakes of snow drifting down, blanketing the ground.
Today will be a good day.

I groggily get out of bed, shower, get dressed and get ready for my first class: Good old Biology lab at 8 am. The time doesn't even bother me, I love Biology so damn much! As I walk into the dining hall my life gets better as I grab my daily bowl of Captain Crunch/ Coco Puffs blend (Don't knock it til you try it!).

What makes the day even better to see that my good friends have saved me a spot. They laugh at how tired I am after staying up until 4 am to study for my Calculus test: But i'm not worried, I am already resolved to dropping the class due to it's ability to consume everything else going on in my life.

I get a text from my amazing boyfriend, "Morning baby, I hope you slept well. Call you after work. I love you, MWA!" I smile and send one back telling him I love him and I hope the day goes well for him. My day is off to a good start so far and I am optimistic about the next 24 hours.

As I leave the cafeteria I pause to light my morning cigarette: the first one in the morning is the bed because of the amazing buzz that I get. I exhale deeply and set off to biology. I have three guys as lab partners, but they're very bright and we're doing a study on pea plants, they chose the topic.

Yes I laughed too. Three guys choosing to work with plants for a project, but one of them is a horticulture major and another is a pot-head; so to them plants are facinating. I know nothing of plants. Ask me about dead bodies, or muscles, or blood, or genetics and I can whip out an answer for you. But I'm not the person to go to for fertilizer.

I take my place at the table: they are very nice and accepting. We fall into an easy chatter for the next two hours while debating the effects of Nitrogen on plants. One of them likes Linkin Park, so we chat about how amazing their music is, and about Chester Bennington's new band, Dead By Sunrise. The time passes quickly.

I leave and move on to my Mysteries of the Sky Class. It's under the "Physics" department, but honestly, it's more like astology meets astrnomy. I like it. I settle into my chair and my friend Ashley sits next to me. We talk about the Army, she's in ROTC. I'm an Air Force brat so naturally we hound each other about how much the other person sucks, all the while laughing at the guy in the Navy sweatshirt sitting in front of us.

The snow has turned to rain, but I enjoy the rain. I go back to my dorm room and do homework with my roomate, Carol. We get a long well and I don't think I could've found someone as dorky, yet amazing as myself, to room with. We go to lunch and I make my way to Biology Lecture. I settle in for the next 90 minutes to hear the man, who looks like Mr. Garrioson from South Park, talk about evolution and natural selection. I find the ironic. I laugh. I go back to my room, compleate the homework assigned and dick around on Facebook for a while.

Then I go to my friend Casey's room and my friends Gwen and Kaylee are there as well. We laugh, and though we are too old to watch it, we lay on the couch in Casey's room and watch Treasure Planet. We decide to play a game where we choose which character we'd be.

Casey is Morph; the little bloby thingy, because he's funny and sweet and very much ADHD.
Kaylee is the dog/scientist/guy ( Forgive me for not remembering the name) because she is smart, but clumsy.
Gwen is Ben, the robot with the missing piece of his mind: aka: Gwen.
They decided that I was Silver, the cyborg; you know the antagonist. I asked why.
They told me it was because I was so tough on the outside, but I was still a good person on the inside. I told them go fuck yourselves. They laughed and tackeled me until I submitted, while I was in a headlock mind you, that I was a good person on the inside and I loved spinich flavored cookies (I may or may not be a good person, but I sure as hell don't like spinich cookies).

Ahhh.. today is a good day. I go home at around 3 am and collapse on my bed, my roomie is already sleeping peacefully and doesn't notice. I read my e-mail tentatively and realize that my only free night of the week has now officially been taken away from me by the Appeal Board that I'm on at school.

Lovely...

If only everyday was this simple. A lot of bad happened that day. But I choose to pick out the good things that happened. I didn't think about the fight my boyfriend and I got into that had ended our relationship, or the fact that I had pissed off my boss and may lose my job, or the fact that I may lose my scholarship because I haven't been getting credit for a Chemistry class I was taking due to human error, or the fact that my mother had called me to tell me that I was a waste of life again.

No. Why? Even though it'd be realistic to look at the positive all the time; it wasn't a way to live.

So just a note to all: find that balance in life. See the joy in the small things and use those to outweigh the big ones. There is always something good to be said about every shitty day.

And remember: No glove, no love.

Thanks to all who read!