Fresh Perspectives

Maybe my mind is failing me a bit, but for the life of me I can’t seem to pinpoint what I want to say right now. I guess all of my stress over registration has turned my brains into the same contents as the scrambled eggs they serve for breakfast at Fireside. Whatever, I guess it’s alright. At least I’m in a good mood today. I feel like I stepped out of an indie movie that’s like Juno, but an actual indie movie, whatever that means. I mean ignoring that whole part of the movie where she’s knocked up, it’s like this quirky, optimistic type of feeling. I don’t know what or where it’s from because I got dumped, my legs hurt from training and hockey, I’ve got a ton of work, and I still need a job, something that will ensure that I will have zero social life. But somehow through all of this, I’ve still got some dumb goofball smirk on my face.

Maybe I shouldn’t dwell on why I am happy, but rather enjoy it and just be happy. It’s all about the little things in life I guess. I try not to take those little things like finally having headphones that work, getting an assignment done on time for once, and a smile when you walk by someone on the way to class for granted, but it is hard sometimes.

I think buddy the elf says it best in Elf when he says, “I love smiling. Smilings my favorite.” I swear, it’s so simple, but it can really get you through the day. It’s all in the attitude, as long as you are not being obnoxious.

Hold your head high, and as I love to say, “get yo swag on.”

Other than that, I’ve just been waiting to head home for one hell of a turkey day.

I’m also ready to party a bit with some friends back in Ct. Thanksgiving could not come soon enough. Football, family, food until I can’t stand it and good times. Oh and there’s always the fight for the wishbone, that is fun. Even after all of these years, I still get protective of that damn wishbone, especially this year. I think I’ve even got a bit of an idea what I would wish for.

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