Life is less a battle than a drawn out war at times. Right now I'm savoring the little victories... finding the beanie not two days old I left at the bike rack at the ARC, not stolen, not taken, just there... finally getting a phone to replace the one I lost five weeks ago... getting a free replacement (no questions asked) for previously mentioned phone despite it not being my original phone and despite me screwing it up by trying to upload too many damn ringtones... getting people to apply for HSO... finding the voice I used to have, trying to speak with authority and not passivity... having people come out to the first IM game PUSO played this year, despite losing 2 games to zip and our fans coming five minutes after the action was over... getting through seven hours this week battling Scott, when I usually only have to deal with him for three; this week he was a real monster... starting to get a handle on some new bike tricks... getting an unexpected extension for my journal from my hollywood history TA... getting an unexpected rebate check from the gas company because I overpaid them... finding cool ringtones for my phone that don't cut off after 30 seconds... reestablishing my cultural identity in the solidarity of or common struggles... walking with God again...

From what I picked up sitting in on a behavior psychology class (I really had nothing else to do, and it was cold outside...) my outlook is promising. Good things are internalized, and I'm stable. That's good. Otherwise I'd be in a depressive state. So despite not having a date for Med Mission Gala, having the burden of three midterms falling all withing four days, and with everything getting a little more complicated all the time...

everything's going to be alright. But I could have told you that before any of this ever happened.

Peace and love. God bless.