That’s About Right

So I’m nearly done with this semester of college, and I’m rocking a four point. Which is redeeming, really. All of the classes I’ve been taking are the classes which I failed ten years ago when I decided that I didn’t want to go to classes anymore after a few weeks. It’s been a lesson in correcting past mistakes.
It’s almost Christmas, which is nice. I love the holidays. I tend to think to myself about how far away they are during different parts of the year, but for some reason I always let it slip my mind from August or so until November when I get all surprised that they’re upon us. I haven’t always been such a big fan. I mean, I was a moderate fan of the holidays, of course. Free things are always pleasant.
About seven or eight years ago is when they really hit me. My first foray into the holidays as an adult. I was in a particularly terrible relationship, and I had an awful job, and my life was like a ticker-tape parade of badness. But when Christmas came around, that all went away. For some reason, every year I find myself in some strange blessed place where everything finally goes right around Christmas, regardless of the rest of the year. I always seem to find a way to make things go the way they need to.
I am feeling. That’s it, really. I don’t know exactly what to say I’ve been feeling, but I’ve been doing it.
I went and saw Les Miserables yesterday, which was excellent. I attended with a classmate of mine from a theater class I’m in, his wife, and a friend of his. His friend, as it turns out, is a brilliant, educated, beautiful woman. Also married. Ah, well.
Also, comedic non sequitur.