Deep down, I think I must be an optimist. Because lately, the universe keeps doing its best to upset me and I keep not letting it. I feel a bit like one of those punching bags that's weighted in the bottom... SURE, universe. Hit me with whatever you've got. I'm still going to end upright.

Like, that Mari is mad at me. Because I guess I am not a good enough friend, or I don't check in enough, or my plans change and I have things that make me miss things I've planned with her. I'm not really sure what, but I just can't get that upset. She has been stressed out so much lately, and if it makes her feel better to be pissy at someone, she can be pissy at me. I'll just keep doing my thing, and hopefully it will resolve itself before we take our trip to Alaska.

Like, that I graduate in 6 days. This time in 168 hours, I will be a college graduate. I have a lot of work and a lot of things to figure out before I can leave, mostly because my summer is still wide open and I am mostly broke, but really? I can't get stressed. These are my last glorious days in Iowa, and I have to eek every beautiful minute out of them.

Like, that Max said he "needs some space." Which doesn't translate to not being friends, just that he doesn't really know what he wants, except that he knows that he doesn't want to be hooking up with several people. Or any people. I'm not too sure on the details, but I do see it as a blessing (in disguise?). Like yesterday, here I go saying I care too much, and the universe will right that for me. I still know I wasn't lying when I said I was happy being friends. I'd much rather have a close emotional relationship than a close physical one... Hopefully I can get what I actually want.

All in all, this is a pretty tumultuous time, and I am just trying to hang on and enjoy every minute. So far, I'd put my money on "I'm doing pretty well, actually!"