life is a thing of beauty!

My roommate and I are listening to The History of Love by Nicole Krauss for our english class and it is turning out to be quite the book. I mean this in a good way. So much happens at first, you're just sort of like, "uh what does an old guy have to do with a young girl???" and then things slowly start to work together. It is really cool. I am enjoying it. Listening to it instead of just plainly reading is taking kind of a long time but I don't really mind. We are about halfway through now. SO we just left off at a sad part but before the sad part the main character had called his childhood/old manhood friend and exclaimed to him that "life is a thing of beauty!" It made me really happy to hear that. I also read it at the same time so I was happy to see it too but whatever.

The past couple of days have been filled with good luck. I'm not sure if it's been only because I've been doing good work or because people feel bad for me so they decide to take pity on me (haha just kidding, I hope) but things have really turned around for old Liz Lemon and it really makes me think that life is a thing of beauty! Yesterday morning was absolutely horrible. I came back from class and bawled to my roommate. She gave me a hug and said that because I had a good cry I was going to feel better and she was right. I later went on a run, blew off some steam, and felt even better. After that I took a shower and I got a call that I got the internship I had really wanted. After that I ate some good food and watched It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia for a few hours. It was glorious. I also ate a good portion of my jalapeño kettle chips...I like to eat a lot. I had a good sleep. My day completely did a 180.

Today was also pretty amazing. It didn't start off that great but I did get coffee and some food and watched Between Two Ferns with Zach Galfinakis and laughed and laughed. I did skip my first class because I got out of bed too late (I hate skipping class, I feel guilty over things that people shouldn't feel so guilty over (it's because I was raised Catholic. I am using multiple parentheses. I have a problem)) and sent my professor an email saying that I wasn't going to be in class. I was a little nervous that she was going to email me back and tell me I missed something really important but I never heard back from her. A friend in my class did message me on Facebook and told me that we were assigned an online test due the 19th. I was so thankful she messaged me. I wouldn't have had any idea for a long time! People can be so nice. I went to my next class and had a nice run with a girl in my class. I only met her this semester so I try to talk to her while we run but sometimes I just get so out of breath so there are many periods of just silence. It's ok though. After that I went to my Roman class and got back my midterm. I got a 93%! Wow! I was surprised. I was mentally preparing myself for a grade in the 80s. My Roman professor is seriously the greatest lady ever. She definitely is my favorite professor. I decided to take the scenic route back to my apartment and went across the quad on campus which was filled to the brim with people. I saw a chair I wanted to sit on but it was really gross so I just walked straight through the quad. On the other side near our big administration building was a massive chalkboard with questions at the top on different panels. The panel I decided to write on was "How do you make the world a better place?" I thought about it for a long time and wrote "being pleasant". I thought it was good. I try to be as pleasant as I can be at all times. I think people really appreciate it. I know my mom does. She always tells us to be pleasant in all situations to everyone.

Can you see where I wrote?

I came home and started to listen to The History of Love and that brings us to right now. These wonderful things that have happened the past two days made me think that life is a thing of beauty. Especially in the springtime, when everything starts to come back to life. I think I come back to life too. Winter is always tough.

This post needs to come to an end. I've written a lot.

Until next time,

Carolne