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Just a Good Day!

Today was one of those days where nothing particularly huge happened. It was just full of a bunch of good little things.

Today:

-My new phone came in the mail!
-I got so excited about setting up my new phone that I lost track of time. My first class starts at 10, and I glanced over at my clock and realized it was 9:55. I left right away and somehow still made it to class on time. What is usually about a 10 minute walk somehow only took 5
-I got to have lunch and catch up with Rachel today after two weeks of trying to coordinate our busy schedules
-When the Verizon store lady activating my phone got evidently annoyed with helping me, instead of being mad, I just laughed and said to myself, "I'm in the real world now!"
-I actually understood what was going on in Biology for once
-my last two classes consisted of "watching movies" which really meant texting my friends and my cute sisters
-I turned in my 8 page Anthropology paper, my first midterm, and a huge weight of stress was lifted off my chest
-I'm going to dinner soon with some great friends from my hall
-When I get back I get to Skype with Sydney, one of my best friends from back home
-I'm watching Modern Family later with some great friends
-I have hardly any homework for once
-I'm putting off my laundry until tomorrow
-and then there's the fact that I'm at the best college in the world, in my totally unbiased opinion

I just love days like this!

I also love this video and I think it totally goes along with this blog post!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l70e1TfN34w

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