Ocho Dias!!!!

So it's been a month since I last posted and yah I promised something on Italy and you know what I never finished it. I don't even really feel like finishing it. Maybe I'll get around to it. Hell, I went to  Spain, don't really feel like writing about that either. Not that it was unmemorable, there's just a lot to say and I don't really feel like writing about it in a blog. I wrote about it and Italy on paper because like I said before, I write best when my emotions run high and if I wrote here what I wrote on paper there are sure to be lots of expletives, things people don't want hear, things that I find embarrassing, and on paper I'm far too honest for the internet. If you really want to know about it all ask me about it sometime. I'll be glad to tell you face to face, maybe even grab some coffee, in Chicago. Beloved beloved Chicago.

EIGHT DAYS!!!

Today, tomorrow, Sunday = Studying, studying, and more studying
Monday = History of Civilizations Final and some more studying
Tuesday = History of Modern Europe Final and possibly Hungarian Final
Wednesday = Hungarian Final if I don't take it Tuesday and one last gigantic night out
Thursday = Studying
Friday = HUMONGOUS Tourism Management Midterm and Final combined (gross...)
Saturday = HOME!!!!!

I. can. not. wait. Despite being sick, I am having a delightful day and the positive energy is just oozing out of me. So I couldn't find the lighter to boil water this morning? I made ramen using my water heater for tea and coffee. So I spilled and burned my hand? I danced it off listening to "Valerie" by Amy Winehouse. So the lid I put on top of the hot water and ramen to cook stuck when I picked it and spilled on the floor? I danced in that puddle too and then I cleaned it up! Nothing, absolutely nothing, is going to get me down (other maybe a major accident or shocking news, but other than that...nada). You know why I'm in such a good mood? Cause in precisely 8 little days I will once again be hugging my family and raining kisses all over my dogs face, laughing til I cry with my best friends while making up ridiculous dance moves that should not be done in public, and eating all the food I've missed these past 3 1/2 months.

Other than my ridiculous overflow of excitement that I mean to last me all throughout finals, topic of the day that ties into my whole positive energy thing: Why can't some people go with the freakin flow?? In my time here I have noticed more and more that there are people in this world that cannot, absolutely cannot, just deal with what life gives them. They just seem to steep themselves in negativity, pessimism, and wallow in their own misery. Sure things happen that are hard to deal with and it takes some time to get over it, but there's always a rational amount of time for things. I also understand that sometimes we're all not rational, but for the most part I like to think people are. Maybe we need a push from a sister or a friend, but that's what family and friends are for. Usually you fall, pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and move forward. Here I've seen people fall, drag themselves around in the dirt for awhile, hobble up, and limp off. It's not a pleasant sight. Actually it's incredibly depressing and half the time I want to slap a DEBBIE DOWNER sticker on their foreheads and make them walk around with it for the day like an embarrassing dunce cap so they can see how foolish they are being.

What is the point in taking everything so seriously? What is the point in dwelling on things you can't change instead of the things that you can? It just doesn't make sense to me. If there's one lesson that my grandmother taught me well is that positive energy is key. Put it out in the universe and it'll come back to you. Sounds like bull to some people, well you know I say to you, check your forehead for a Debbie Downer sticker. Being positive sometimes can be a struggle but it's better than being sad or mad or frustrated. It helps you move forward. It helps you be happy. SMILE.

I could go on about this for days. Basically, shit happens. Whatever you're dealing with, someone out there is dealing with something ten times worse. So please, pretty please, try to pick yourself up again.

Suggestion: Dance to "Valerie" by yourself. It's fun!