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...
When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old girl. Then I say, 'B*tch, you're Lady Gaga, you get up and walk the walk today'.