Working out. As in problems, not like the gym.

I'm having issues with college right now.

Mainly because I don't want to write an essay due tomorrow. I want to read my dumb romance novels and watch Nicholas Sparks movies. And eat non cafeteria food. The good kind that taste good without any grams of fat. Well, okay, I like the stuff with grams of fat, too. (But I don't seek it out or anything. I'm trying to eat healthier.) If you looked in my fridge right now you'd be impressed. There are two cups of carrots and water bottles. But you wouldn't be so impressed when I told you that I eat the good stuff and if there's stuff left in my fridge it means it's disgusting and it can rot. Now you know.

Anyway, I actually am liking college at the moment, too. For starters, this morning was registration for upcoming semester classes. And LO AND BEHOLD I DID NOT CRY. I got all my classes relatively speaking and I didn't even call my mom more than once. Thankfully it was nothing like last time. In case you didn't know, the dumb portal that lets you register for classes opens at 7 am and everyone and their buddy (literally) gets on and fights for the same minuscule amount of class spots so it's crazy stressful. Well, last year I drove far away so the Internet wouldn't be bogged down, ordered myself my very favorite coffee, and waited. Only when 7 am hit, I couldn't get in the system. My natural response was to cry. Then call my mom. Then call the Office of Registration. Thirty minutes later while I'm on hold with those nice people, I realize that the only reason I can't get in the system is that I forgot how to read and hit the button before correcting what semester I was in. As the lady from the Office of Registration finally picked up I realized my brain-dead move and then apologized for my brain-dead move, got in the system, and then cried again because my classes were all full. But hey, did I mention that didn't happen this time?!?!? No, it didn't. It went GREAT. And for all those curious people, yes I have been attending classes this semester cause even though I had a brain lapse, my schedule eventually worked out wonderfully.

So look it there, everything works out in its own way. One of my friends asked me once when I was stressing out over a million things to do, "When has it ever not gotten done?" Honesty I couldn't think of a time. And if there was one, it apparently didn't ruin my life. So there, it's true, it works out somehow. Maybe not like we want. But always like we need.

It's life, and life keeps going. Good news, people, good news :)