So about ten minutes ago, I was sitting at my desk, trying to find ways to procrastinate, as usual. I decided to open up my blog and read it over. I was not content, to say the least. What on earth compelled me to complain about my life? Life is good! I am privileged enough to go to an excellent liberal arts school, I have great friends, and I'm doing well academically. Talk about seeing things in retrospect, eh?