A few short months ago, I don't think I would have believed anyone who tried to convince me I would actually be pretty as happy here at LU as I have been lately. Don't get me wrong, I still feel very much like the oppressed sistah at many given points throughout the day, but I've got a couple of best bests who understand me and can readily relate with frustrations of their own. And nothing really compares to the comfort of sitting down in a friend's apartment, having a cup of French Vanilla Cafe, and replaying the events of el fin de semana for one another. I can't say I don't expect these happy feelings of peacefulness and giddiness upon looking out my window to see the sun smiling back at me from the middle of a clear blue sky to end closer to sooner than later, but I figure I'll ride this high out for as long as I can before returning to face whatever the real world is undoubtedly waiting to throw my way. Peace out. Hollatcha - Q