Everything

Ask me to describe my college experience in 4 words and I will give you this.

"Party"

"Pubs"

"F's"

&

"Shop"


And then I'll laugh, say "not really" and then give you this:

In no particular order: school, work, the apartment and church. And this time around, everything changed.

Most obviously, I started nursing school in earnest. No more random history and art classes for me, no more fooling around dissecting cats and playing with skeletons, and most devastating of all, no more classes so obsolete I forgot the names to. This year, I will bury my head in a stack of medical books thick enough to make a grown man cry. (This by the way, is a hyperbole)

Now work. I've been at my current part time job for a year and a half now and am the most ancient student worker in the entire office. This year, I came back to a new boss or rather a semibossless state. No boss! No boss! Lala-lala-lala!! (Think hyena. Think lion king) Another change.

The apartment is awesome. I struck the lottery and got an apartment with new furniture, new carpets and an interior designer to boot. Okay, maybe the interior designer did not come with the apartment, but she did sign up as my roommate. My new roomies, by the way are as kick-butt as roomies can be. =)

Church is different too. A couple old faces gone, and a bunch of new faces gained. But because of that, my cell group is neither here nor there. Lets just say its complicated.

So yes, the 4 areas that define my life as a college student have turned upssiedaisy. Everything's changed. Everything's different.

Worrying never produced gas.

Ever thought of what you'd do if you knew tommorow would be the last day of your life? Would you go sky diving? Bungee jumping? Over eat at a super buffet? Go on a hot date? Visit disney land? Or maybe you'd be all noble and say that you'd just continue living your life just the way it is.

Well, I went on a road trip. And it was fun.

Now everyone knows that your life ends once you get into nursing school. And I've heard enough horror stories to know that there is some truth to that. Thats why I jumped at the opportunity to do something totally un-usual and un-me before tommorow comes.

So we took a roadtrip to Tulsa and met up with some old friends, ate sushi, watched a movie, got ice cream, and forgot to take pictures. Typical awesome girl stuff. But there was one thing I learnt from it all:

Worrying never produced gas.

Okay, sometimes it does produce gas. But thats besides the point. On our way back, we had an eye on the gas tank. And some 30 minutes before reaching home the light started blinking at us, and we began searching for a gas station in earnest. But we never passed one and after awhile, we started to get pretty anxious. But as I said, worrying never produced gas, and we kept our cool and tried to digest that sushi to make the car lighter you know? After a bit, the car started slowing down, and we were really working on the sushi in our tummies, when we finally saw a gas station.

Yay for full tanks, and the knowledge that indeed, worrying never produced gas. Sometimes.

Airthoughts.

Airthought #1
Ever got shot for trying to smell decent?

I did - shot by a deodorant ball thingy. Open the cap and BANG, the thing flies in your face. Something about altitude and air pressure, I believe. Whatever it is, it gave me a scare, I tell you.


Airthought #2
Never complain about a flipping 12 hour journey.

So this high school kid walks into the baggage collection area, sees her parents, and exclaims, "I'm never going on another flipping (language has been modified for children) 12 hour flight!!" Honey, I've been on the road for twice that amount of time, and its gonna take me another 12 hours to reach my destination.


Airthought #3
Necessity is the mother of invention...and strange looks.

After clearing customs, I had to take my huge 28 inch bag and recheck it into the next airline. Problem is, it was past midnight, and the check in counter wasn't open till the next morning. Problem is, I also had my cabin bag and another overweight carry-on baggie containing my overweight laptop. Problem is, I had to take several escalators to the top floor. Problem is, once I got there, I had to pee. Problem is, the bathroom was on the bottom floor. Problem is, in America, I look like a poor, scrawny little asian girl.

So imagine the looks I got lugging all those bags up and down the escalators. As for me, I just smiled and waved. Cute and cuddly, ya know?

This is my 303th post

3 months and 3 pounds later, I find myself returning to my 3rd year on a 33 hour flight with 3 layovers.

from KUL.

The Dreamer

I have been having weird dreams of late...

Last night I dreamt I arrived at the OKC airport, only it wasn't the OKC airport. Funny how dreams always mess things up huh? I dreamt my ex roommate was there to pick me up and I was so idiotic I exited the airport without stopping to pick up my luggage. I dreamt she gave me a bear hug and squeezed the poop out of me. And then I remembered the luggage and ran back into the airport. And then I got lost.

And then the pounding outside my window woke me up.

Yay for construction outside my room. It cuts short my nightmares.


And then there was the dream about Excel. He and I never were good buddies. School tried to teach me excel. School failed. School failed bad. But lately he and I were forced to meet again, and after a rocky start, we got along jest fine. In fact, we've been spending sooo much time with each other I dreamt about him.

I had a dream about excel. Has anyone in this world ever had a dream about a Microsoft Office program? I mean like, really?

If you did, you need to go get a life.