Digressive Ramblings

To start out I'm going to say that the subject of this post is NOT a question. So, once upon a time there was a beautiful blonde girl who enjoyed eating whatever she wanted. She was happy and she loved eating out. In fact, one memorable girls night when most ordered salads and chicken, she ordered ribs and life was good. Then something odd started happening this past October. This beautiful girl started getting really sick. She wasn't concerned at first, but then after a while she thought, "wow I'm really not getting better, maybe I should see a doctor." Her regular doctor ran a bunch of tests but really couldn't think of anything. She decided that maybe it was time for a specialist. After an extensive search for a highly qualified gastroenterologist she started seeing what he had to say about it. After many more tests, a cancer scare, and a host of medicines she talked to her friend about it. Turns out her friend had a similar problem and her friend suggested...

So this past week I've been living out of a suitcase. Blah. I recently talked about how I'm unlucky, but can laugh at myself- this has manifest itself in my travels last week. Here's a run down of my trip: Monday : Car service- almost got sick... yeah I've been nauseous before, but I've never prayed to not throw up in a car like I did. My flight- was late so I ran to my gate as the stairs were rolling away from the plane... the nice ticket agent made them let me on though! My Rental- small airport I had a journey just to find the car, then upon exiting they put the "airport exit right" AFTER the right I'm suppose to take... once I realize my error and turned around I realized I was in a restricted section of the airport. That was a bit too easy if you ask me. Food- in general food was my enemy in Wisconsin. We went to this nice restaurant I could eat NOTHING but the side salad. Yay! I opted for the will only make me a little sick cheese tortelli...

I realized something today. I'm a creature of habit. I like sitting in the same seat everyday, using the same bathroom stall every time I go and I like working M-F 9-6. I'm such a creature of habit I actually think I'm being spontaneous and adventurous when I take a different route to my cube in the morning- I found out recently that no one else gets that thrill or sense of adventure. To further illustrate my case I'll share with you a story about my Law and Politics class. About halfway through the semester I entered the class along the back wall (like I always do) and as normal I'm walking very jolly like; swinging my arms, bounce in my step, humming a little tune just like I always do. And then as I'm staring at my destination, my seat that I've sat in since day 1, I realize some STRANGE man is in it. I don't know what to do... I slow down and completely freeze. I think I would have stood back there the entire class if my friend hadn't seen ...

Do you speak Michellese? It's a very weird language full of words with different meanings, large words that are quite verbose and that people don't expect to be part of it, and general modification of word tenses. Who says it can't get nervous somewhere? Anyway, that's not what I wanted to write about... I wanted to talk about the fact that I am a nervous person, that it is, in fact, getting a bit nervous in here. It's not that I'm nervous like one of those jumpy people that are constantly twitching I'm just at a point in my life where I'm nervous about a lot of things. For instance, my life. Let me explain... I am not a lucky person... and I'm really okay with that. I truly believe that God gives you one of two traits when it comes to luck either you're lucky or you're blessed with the ability to laugh at your unluckiness. I was thinking about going through my friends to list a few examples... but I think that might lead to more drama...