Something is bound to go wrong

So I had a great day today.

For one, I just had an entire week of nothing, but not enough nothing where I was completely bored. I bonded with my family, caught up with several different friends, slept late, and watched a lot of TV. Big difference from the previous week of needing to know every bit of information about every muscle in the human body, memorizing chemical structures, debating abortion in a correct way, and regurgitating a foreign language that I think I have actually only tricked myself into thinking I know. Yes. 4 midterms. A midterm in every class. I really deserved that week of nothing. This was also the first long break since I started going to college that I didn't work. It was glorious.

Anyway, I went to Wal-mart with Megan this evening, which I usually don't look forward to (especially since it was the Sunday after a break so EVERYONE would be there stocking up on food and supplies after trying to go through everyone before the break). Also, I always spend WAY too much there. I think because everything there costs about a dollar, I seem to forget that it really adds up when I throw random things into the cart. Usually once at the checkout line, I quickly figure out about how much money it will be to prepare myself so I don't puke all over the cashier when she tells me how much I owe to this thriving store of everything. My guess for how much money I've spent is usually about $20 less than what I actually owe, which is very depressing. But not today.

Today, after throwing lots of food and other things into my cart, I prepared myself for a $50 check. But it was only $35. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how swell my life has been going lately. I'll list exactly what I mean.

1) Things have never been better with my family. I think I've decided a week is the perfect amount of time to spend at home. You're there long enough to have plenty of time to bond, but you aren't there long enough for them to revert to their instinctual controlling and judging parental nature that they learned to do when their children were in high school.
2) I have a boyfriend who cares as much about me as I care about him (which, I've come to learn is actually not as common as you might think). We appreciate every second together since going to colleges 70 miles from each other has limited how often we'd like to see each other. After a year and a half, we've also reached the point in our relationship where we're entirely comfortable being apart, but being together is just perfection.
3) I have a lot of really great friends. I have a very different relationship with each of my roommates, and I appreciate them all equally. We may not have deep conversations everyday and we mostly just giggle together, but our loyalty to each other is astounding, and I'll never forget that. I'm also very lucky to have a strong group of friends that has for the most part stayed the same since high school. My best friend, Alli, falls into this group. Without her, I don't know how I would survive. We give each other deep advice and she's always the first person I turn to when I need a boost of confidence or loyalty. No wonder we're dating identical twins. Sometimes it just hits me out of the blue that I'm a junior in college and still best friends with the same group of people from high school. I don't think many people can say that.
4) I'm turning 21 in a little over a month. I'm having a fun party and then 2 other "celebrations." I learned a long time ago that a birthday is only as big as you make it. I'm not an attention whore, but I can't wait to celebrate my birthday with everyone I care about.
5) I'm seeing Wicked in 2 months with Megan. I've seen this show before and I listen to the soundtrack often. Even though I know the story backwards and forwards, I can guarantee that I will burst into tears at the end of the first act during "Defying Gravity." And I can't wait.
6) As I've mentioned before, Europe for the month of July.
7) Then senior year! Unfortunately, it won't be like high school where the final year of school is just breezing through classes. No, it will be the dreaded Biochemistry among other horrific classes. But the point is, I'll be one year away from graduating and starting a new chapter of my life.

The point is, with so much wonderful stuff happening and nothing to dread, I'm deathly afraid that something catastrophic will happen. I always psyche myself out for things like this, but things are really just too good right now. I can only hope they stay that way.