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  • I woke up at 8:30 on a sunny but freezing Saturday morning, intending to eat a quick, early breakfast and then get in some quality studying with three midterms coming up next week. When I came out of the bathroom, my roommate was sleepily getting dressed saying she needed to head to Target. Target was in a vaguely sketchy location, and I'm easy to distract from studying, so I jumped up and said I'd go too.

    It was colder out than I expected but it was sunny and lots of people were out, and birds were chirping and snow on the ground was shining and as we got to Target the stress that I was feeling about my tests was literally melting away. Studying seemed less and less important as my roommate and I searched every corner of Target for the very specific shirt that she needed. Later, as we were both commenting on how we were getting quite hungry, my roommate said enthusiastically, "HEY, let's go to Ann Sather!" I threw up a wall to the idea immediately, thinking, no, I don't want to spend money, I need to get studying, it's cold out and a long walk...and then thought about it again, and this time I was thinking more along the lines of, why not? Will an hour and ten bucks of my life really make a big difference? So I said, "Sure!"

    So we went to Ann Sather and had big glasses of orange-banana-strawberry juice, ridiculous cinnamon-roll-French-toast, sausage gravy, and what are probably the best cinnamon rolls in the entire world. Then we walked back to the train station in the bitter cold feeling happy and fat and carrying boxes of leftovers. And I didn't want to study anymore because I was smiling like a fool in a state of perfect happiness.

    Sometimes days don't turn out how you expect they will when you wake up, but that's one of my favorite things about life. Expect the unexpected, and go with the flow.
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