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.