I've realized something lately: everything is alright. And everything is going to be alright. Don't you know that? Everything is going to be alright.
I got an A on a Spanish midterm that most of the rest of the class failed (as in 36%-grade-on-the-test failed.) The car is getting fixed on Thursday. Only three more days of school until winter break. 178 days until I graduate high school. 257 days until my first official college class. Jacob and I rocked it Christmas caroling. The rain is back. Gravity still works. Surfer lingo is making a comeback (I successfully threw "righteous" and "tubular" into some conversations today.) And last but not least, it's a Tuesday and I finished work before five o'clock. Someone's awesome.
Oh, I've just been reminiscing Fridays during the summer when I would get thrown in the lake in full Scout uniform. Good times, good times.