January is my favorite month for many reasons, (ahem, Aquarius birthday coming up) but in college, it's a new semester; a fresh set of classes with unrusted ideas and creative conquests set out before us.

i happily pulled out my credit card at the bookstore today to purchase my literature textbooks and, admittedly, i geeked out over a few of my class syllabuses (Japanese romance and Assyrian epics, I'm in).

i'm overwhelming grateful to start classes again and to be in my senior year of college, at 22 years old. i was pretty much smiling the entire day, like a 5th grader knowing that this is the last year of school with the babies, nostalgic and sweet and holy hell let's graduate. walking around campus in the eighty degree, sunny weather, my backpack full of literature and stories to be read, empty journals and fresh ballpoint pens to write the stories and thoughts untold.

here's to a new year, a new beginning, and another chance to get my gpa to that damned 3.5 again


xx