You know, when they say time flies by, they really are telling the truth. It seems like just yesterday, I was getting ready for my first high school dance but now I'm halfway through the fall semester of my Sophomore year of college.

It really didn't seem that long ago when all I had to worry about was getting the Cheez-It box before my brother did after school and now I have financial aid to think about and taxes to do and studio classes to get to and trying to organize my time where I can go to class and work and hang out with friends and still have enough time to sleep. It's crazy and sometimes it's a mess but I can't complain that much, though, because all I ever wanted as a kid was to grow up and be an adult so I'm finally getting to live out my dream, with all the stress and worries included.

Besides being stressed out about pretty much everything, life couldn't get any better. I have school, a job, friends, and even a pretty great boyfriend to fill my life with interesting moments and unforgettable laughs. But there are a few things that have happened that continue to stress me out a little more than usual. Like physics (I really don't like this class at all but I need it to graduate apparently so yeah, let the stress from that roll on) and the election (not going to go into detail, it's just stressing me out and I'm really afraid for the future to be honest).

Besides the things I can't change and the things I can but have no idea where to start in the first place, I have nothing major to worry about. And that may sound nice to some people but to me, it just means that something is about to happen where it's going to blow everything apart and I'll end up on the floor at two forty-five in the morning eating cheese and wondering how it came to this and how I'm going to fix it. But until that happens, I get to go to class and go to work and find time to hang out with friends and spend my weekends with my nerdy boyfriend who never lays off the puns (and I mean NEVER, 24/7, every day, all day. PUNS GALORE). It's a wonder I still have hair, to be honest.

So yeah, it doesn't seem like that long ago I was getting ready for my first high school dance, and if I had the option to go back in time to relive it again...honestly, I think I'm good. Once was enough for high school in my opinion. I have better things now to fill my time with and I'm extremely happy with how things have played out, well...mostly. But for the stuff that is out of my control and is going to happen anyway, I say bring it on. I can find time to deal with it and make sure what happens is exactly how I want to leave it.