I'm a million different people from one day to the next...

I keep wondering when I'm going to feel like a "real" adult. When does the switch flip? Is it after you get married? Have a career? Have kids? None of which I have yet experienced. Is that why, when visiting my married friends, I miss out on the "adult" conversations? I strive to get away from the goofy persona that has followed me my whole life. It's nice to be the eccentric, fun, wisecracking friend every once in awhile. However, I wish it didn't define me. The people I call my best friends, that are in my own age group, don't come to me for life advice. That is what I long for. To be the friend that is wise, who understands life. I would like to be the adult friend for once. I have bills, I have responsibility, I have struggled with things that some couldn't even imagine. Yet, inside I still feel 12 years old. Awkward. I should feel comfortable around people my own age, right?

Mending...

Ahh, the joys of vicodin. I've been sick for the past 5 days or so and finally decided that it was more than the average crappy cold. So, after a trip to Urgent Care, I came home with antiobiotics for my ear and sinus infection, and vicodin for my throbbing head. I feel 50% better already.

Took my dreaded lab practical today and had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Trying to study 30 muscles, over a hundred bones, and skin tissue isn't the easiest when your head is near explosion and your body is begging for rest. I got an 82% on it, which I am almost ecstatic about. Not my best test grade by far, but considering the class average was 60%.... I'm pretty dang happy. Now I can focus on the three tests I have next week.

Hoping to see my lovely friends this Saturday if all my other "plans" cooperate. I definitely need some relaxing/baby/kidlet time. If all goes accordingly then I should be heading up to TL for the bro's bday dinner on Sunday,cooked by Chef Gail.

Ahh... I hear laundry and online tests calling my name...

Don't talk to me, unless you want to hear what I have to say back.

I can't make everyone like me. But it doesn't change the fact that it sucks when you find out that someone doesn't.
I can't stand leaving anyone on bad terms, yet I do it. I can't stand others leaving me on bad terms, yet they do it as well.
I search for understanding so I can be a better person. I'm not psychic, I don't have all the answers. I can't help you if you don't let me.
This blog sucks. I'm upset though, so that's what you get.

The Plague

Everyone around me has it. Living with someone who has a sore throat means the inevitable is to happen, right? It hasn't. Yet. Instead she passed it on to her beloved. Strangely, my beloved has it as well. Currently he is lying in his bed, hopefully sleeping away his sore throat, cough and headache. I'm struggling to understand how I, the person on immunosuppressants hasn't fallen ill yet. I know I am probably jinxing myself right now even talking about it. Mark (the non-sick roomie) and I inappropriately made a toast to the fact that we were healthy. The odds are definitely not in my favor. Boasting and then toasting? Not a good way to keep the Gods of Good Health on your side. Be on the look out for a "told you so" blog the second I feel the slightest scratch in my throat. I know my future holds illness for me.

Monday I start my fifth week of school. I have taken two tests, survived 4 labs, and made one new study buddy. I am enrolled in my first ever online class and surprisingly am doing "ok". However, I have a vision of my microbiology class kicking my butt. Seriously, you don't know what those microbes are capable of. More on that another time.
My social life is lacking. I need friends. Wait, I need friends in Eau Claire.
I'm considering putting an ad in the paper. Honestly, I really just want someone to go out to eat with. The two people that I am closest to here, Courtney and Mark, are some of the pickiest eaters on earth. No offense.
The grand superbowl is tomorrow. I, like every other red-blooded American, will be watching it.

Disclaimer?
I wrote this blog after drinking a very full glass of Blackberry Merlot. Don't judge me. Or my grammar. ( does anyone see irony in the last sentence?)
Goodnight.

Max

Mark's dad called today. They had to put my buddy Max to sleep. He had been up and down for awhile now. I guess I should have seen it coming, right? Of course not. I cried. Not for a long time, but in one short burst of emotion. It was as if a dam had been broken, my tears didn't have any other choice but to fall.

My bond with Max started mainly because I tend to side with the underdog. He shared a home with a younger, rambunctious, yellow lab named Rockie. Max definitely was the "underdog". I would play the protector and stand in between the two dogs whenever I felt danger was eminent. Danger equals Rockie's tail and/or body. I probably would have built a shield to protect him if I could have.

I related to Max because I know what it's like to be the little guy. The one that isn't quite as strong as everyone else. The one that has to rely on humor and silly antics to get noticed. Do I sound like a crazy? Comparing myself to a dog? Perhaps. But...

I think losing something or someone close to you would make just about anyone a little crazy.

Politics

Mike Huckabee.
He's my choice for today.
I have the right to change my mind tomorrow.

Simply Amazing

Everything happens for a reason. So overdone. Yet so true.

Met Chad yesterday, officially. Last semester, while talking to some chem buddies in the hallway, some strange guy decided to interject his two cents in our conversation. Not rude, but just strange. I remember wondering if he was slow, he talked louder than necessary, and was a little difficult to understand. The exchange lasted a total of five minutes, if that.

Fast foward to yesterday. While sitting in the hall waiting for class to begin, this same strange guy from last semester approached me and said he remembered talking to me back then. After chatting for fifteen minutes with him, I was beyond inspired.

When he was a senior in high school he suffered a major brain injury after crashing his four wheeler. He wasn't wearing a helmet. After coming out of his coma and intense therapy, he ended up graduating with his senior classmates. He attended CVTC and received an associates degree, got a job that he wasn't passionate about, and now is back in school for the PTA program. Simply amazing. I can't even begin to imagine what he had to endure to get to where he is now.
When caught up in the whirlwhind of stress, I plan on thinking of Chad and all that he has overcome.

I do believe that I met Chad for a reason.