I Got 99 Problems, but I Shouldn't Bitch So Much.

Despite all my bitching recently: I'm doing fine. I have this great excitement for finishing and making it to the place that I've wanted to be for some time now. I like walking around before my night class. There's this section of...pine trees? That with their smell and feel remind me of a park my grandparents used to bring me to. It's so quiet in that section of the campus during night classes and all that's left is the heat from the relentless beaming of the sun from the afternoon hours. I like the enthusiasm of my psych teacher and how she constantly states that some of the theories/ideas we'll learn will seem like complete bullshit, but to keep an open mind anyway. She always wears brightly colored shirts and has really short/really cute red hair. I like how my music teacher (though not a great teacher) reminds me of Chunk from The Goonies if he were a 45 year old woman. (she talks exactly like him!) I kinda like the alone time I get between classes in the quiet hallway outside of the matriculation office. I feel like an animal, crawled under a rock for the sole purpose of finding a cool spot to relax. I like how everyone wears sunglasses (in high school, either you wore them and were looked at as "too cool for school" or you let the sun molest your eyeballs) Sometimes I secretly admire the people reading books underneath the trees (they seem like my types) and wish that it wasn't so hot so I could do the same without steeping in my own body heat. So you see? It's really not all that bad. I also discovered a make-shift coffee shop outside of my Biological Anthropology class where  boy in thick black-rimmed glasses serves everything a starbucks would in his little coffee hut. It'll be okay. Sometimes I have sporadic moments of tears in my room as I do my homework because I'm afraid of what won't happen (good grades? enough credits? friends? boyfriend? etc...), but I often  forget to look at what's already happening: I'm two years from potentially moving out on my own and going to a "real college" and that somehow, compared to 4 years in high school, 2 years in this place won't be so bad. Also the fact that I have really real friends all over the place. I'll be fine. I just gotta remember to be thankful for something every day (at least that's what someone awesome told me to do.) ;) Adieu.