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Have you ever walked down a sidewalk, tilted your head back and let yourself feel the sunlight on your skin?

Ever breathed in slowly and felt the air spangle your lungs, marvelling at how it comes in so deeply and seems to lift you from the ground?

Ever thought something corny like, "God I'm glad I'm alive."?

Ever locked the door to your room, turned the music on loud, and just danced like a madwoman in a turbine until you whack your hand on the furniture and hop to forget the jangle of pain?

Ever gone, "Screw 'im. I'm better than him." and believed it?

Ever looked a squirrel in the eye, standing absolutely still, to see who blinks first?

Ever looked right into the lovely deep blue irises of a hot stranger approaching you on a path and said, "Hi!"?

Ever stared at your fingers and realized how beautiful they can be?

Ever sung a song in the shower and taken a bow when you step out in a towel and someone's standing there?

If you have, you can call that a good day. And if you haven't, try it and it will become a good day.

Even though my hand still kinda hurts where I whacked it on my roommate's bunk bed. Ouch. But Tori Amos invites thrashful dancing, she really does.

I. Love. College.

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