I thrive on adversity. This is something every optimist does, I’m fairly certain. The futility of a situation is almost too seductive. A challenge to be met. A small piece of cake to be consumed neatly, and speedily. You didn’t know I had a thing for cake, but I do. Chocolate cake. Biggie smalls’ love-you-like-a-fat-kid-loves-cake cake. (You don’t know the half).

I had a math exam and a chemistry exam this week. Both met with a mediocre end. I always seem to blow the first exam. Maybe I secretly long for the struggle. The uphill battle that will surely ensue now that I’ve messed things up accordingly. I’ll have to bust my butt the rest of the semester if I want to keep my grades up.

I feel like there are times when my brain is trying to get away. Inching upwards along a rope, lacking arm strength; (and arms for that matter), no net below to catch it in the event it should plummet to its untimely demise. It hangs there, verily, waiting for enlightenment or a hero, or some kind of better deal to come along. But at the end of the day, she’s coming home with me.