I can't stop smiling.
Maybe because I know that there is no better feeling than feeling irrationally happy. Then again, maybe you just tend to feel this way after you get back in touch with old friends, get accepted into a fairly difficult art school, spend a weekend with people you've grown to love, and find yourself in a very familiar and somewhat promising position. I'm excited and nervous and scared all at once.
This freezing weather may be relevant to runny noses, ice-cold fingers and a constant state of shivering, but I feel fine. No, I feel more than fine, I feel really, really happy.
mkp.
