Rollercoaster. Like the insanely fast, blackout inducing, Six Flags kinds.

Yes, life is one rollercoaster. And unfortunately, as much as we'd all like to wait at the exit carrying everyone's purses and water bottles and making small talk with the moms, you just can't sit this one out.

So you run with the ups and downs. And some days it's easier to deal with them. And some days you think you make a sh*tload of progress, only to have that progress derailed by the wayward phone call (or IM for the truly non-confrontational types).

On a happier note, I reread an essay I wrote sophomore year of high school. I was pretty darn funny.