Real Life

Somewhere between age 3 and now, life lost it's dreamy side and I found the sign along the way that said 'welcome to real life'. Welcome to working late nights and early morning classes.

Hitting the snooze button and waking up to find that it is 9am. (You are now officially absent.)
It is the low energy that even a caffeine overdose will not fix, trying to emergency study but this headache will not go away. Sitting on the couch with my notes, in the hope that I will have read them when I get up, and realising two hours later, that I have not and the test is in an hour.
Instead I've been re-watching the wedding planner and somewhat identifying with Mary. Because that's how real life is. We fall in love with people who fall in love with someone else. We try to study for important exams and fail to focus for long enough. We set our alarm and still don't get up on time, we curl up and try to hide in a chick flick every once in a while. Sit in hospital parking lots and sing along to' fade away'.

It is not neat and tidy. Real life is far from perfect. But real life also is making 95 on the exam I couldn't study for because I was watching a chick flick,because that is what my brain wanted to do. Real life is filled good(even though pointless) surprises. Real life is shopping for swim suits when you don't swim because there is no such thing as too much summer reading by the pool.
Real life is yelling at the person you love because you have had a crappy day, and then finding the note that says 'I love you even when you are grumpy'

Real Life sucks, Real life rocks. Real life drives me completely nuts, Real life makes me smile.
And even though I wanted to fade away most of the day, Ultimately I know, we are going to be okay.

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The only thing I particularly like about Thursdays is that they come right before Friday(which are typically good days)-So Thursday is like a the wrapping of a Toblerone bar, the prelude to a good story, even though I am going to be very swammped this weekend typing pointless Cardiovascular notes because they seem to be in another language alltogether.

I am going to carry my enclyclopedia of a folder to St. Simons on Sunday though to see how much I can get done hanging out by the pier smoking a cuban cigar-make that eating waffle icecream cones.

Happy Birthday Sara. I know, I know. Life can be a bitch. But you are a wonderful person-and I am not just saying. You really are. So have a maxed out, no regrets type of birthday.
Tonight I am not staying up because these late nights take their toll, and I think I've already created a monster. But I'll be seeing you. In the morning, On the track when I go running,In the night when I'm out partying, In the lab when I am working...our friendship is forever, and I'll be seeing you.