So many foreign roads.

This has been a very long week.

Let's just say, it's that time of the semester. Professors feel it is their duty to heap work upon their students, assuming that their class is the only class worth focusing on. News flash: it's not.

Seriously, I had a test on Thursday in Mass Comm and a test Friday in British Lit, but both went well. I had a test this morning in Geography, but he let us have a whole 8x11 page as a cheat sheet (I swear, this man cannot be a real professor) so I'm not worried about that. Tomorrow I have to give a speech in my comm class that is worth as much as an exam, but I'm doing it on a subject I gave a speech on last year so it's not that big of a deal. Plus I still have enough theatre training in me to make public speaking a piece of cake.

Do you see the trend? I'm completely not hassled at all. It's actually got me worried that I'm not worried about anything. Sure, there is a lot of work and studying to do, but I get it done in a timely fashion. Yeah, I have a lot on my plate but it's really not getting me down. If I feel especially bogged, I just go to a coffeehouse, sit on the porch in the sun, and sip an Americano. Just like that, I gain some perspective and get back to work. I'm doing my reading, I'm writing my papers, I'm studying for tests, all with a minimum amount of stress. It is enough to drive me crazy, but isn't.

Plus, if schoolwork wasn't enough, the universe apparently would like to test me some more. For instance, I had a very tiring but incredibly delightful weekend at home babysitting Lena and George with my mom. As I was driving back to school from Austin, I began to feel nauseous, but ignored it and kept driving, joking with my friend about it. Big mistake. I barely made it to San Marcos when I had to pull into an empty parking lot, open my door, and well...you know... several times. Whether it was menstrual side affects, allergies, or just a weird mishap, it happened two more times back at my apartment. It kept me out of classes on Monday, but I felt completely fine on Tuesday and haven't really given it a second thought.

And, less dramatically but still important, this afternoon I was taking a shower and shaving my legs with a new razor, and not really paying attention. Before I knew it, I had gashed a huge cut above my ankle at least 2 inches long and an inch thick. Luckily, it was fairly shallow but bled for almost an hour, which was really bad because it turns out I ran out of band-aids. It was an event, to say the least.

Okay, that last one didn't really count, but still, major happenings in my day. So the motif of this little post is that a lot of things have been happening that should have me sitting in a corner, shoulders slumped and lips in a distinct pout, but they're not. I'm doing well in school and have a complete handle on all my work. I'm surprisingly organized and efficient about pretty much everything. I'm not even stressing about the fact that having a Kindle means having about 50 books at hand, which in my world, means I am about halfway through 50 books. Usually I am totally not able to handle that, but I'm taking it coolly and calmly. What is that?

I suppose you could call it maturity. I'd suggest that maybe my faith has helped create a balance. Perhaps even the tentative yoga I've been trying out has worked more than I thought? I'm just happy. All the time. It's so weird. I keep waiting for something to happen, to cause a whirlwind of emotions, events, and this Emma going back to CrazyTown, but for now, I am just pleasant and peaceful about pretty much everything.

I guess the advice that I can gain from all this is just a reaffirmation on the sage words that everything is happening for a reason, it will work out and really, to just trust in the Lord while working very hard is all you can do. Finally, I can see that unfolding in my life. Alright, time for me to go to bed, because I have done my work for the day and I should really get a good night's sleep before my speech. Goodnight, readers (a.k.a. Mom!)

P.S. I don't ask it enough, but how is your life?

Also! I had gone grocery shopping yesterday and stocked up on some healthy snacks, one of which was (healthy) popcorn. Today, as I went to get a bag, I realized I had grabbed the wrong box and bought Kettle Corn. Usually I'm not that big a fan of Kettle corn, but I made it anyway. And it was delicious! Exactly what I wanted without knowing it was what I wanted! Crazy!