Dear friends, It is rare that I am overcome by chills on the way home from a good work out for any reason other than by the cooling of the sweat still nestled in my pores, but tonight I was... by a song playing on the local public radio station. Maybe it was the overwhelming exahstion that comes after burning the midnight oil on both ends for a week with great expectations, or maybe it was the enchanting desert sunset that made the sky glow pinks and purples and gold and has an uncanning ability to put everything back into perspective as it lights up the mountains - but this song struck a cord in me tonight and resonated in the tears I felt swell in my eyes. It was wonderful. It might not have the same effect in anyother circumstances, I just wanted to share. Shits tough, but life is good. I know I am melodramatic, which again comes with a 5:19 ratio of sleep to awake and 1:10 citrate to blood ratio for a coag test (what?), and I am betting you have heard the song. And Ben harper is brilliant. So is obama.
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And that's it, paragraphs of frustration and passive aggressive stories erased. Do good things, make good choices.36 hours- of studying, guard training, breakfastburritoing, painful running, tests, classes, cooking for friends, making up acronyms, missing being asked how my day was and listening to there's, planning sabatoge attacks, worring about seven weeks without a sign, telling jokes, laughing it off, clenching my teeth and biting my toungue.
"Everyday I wake up with the intentions to change the world and have the most fun possible" I love waking up and
not knowing what might happen.
