Random Fact

Did you know that the last four months of the year, months 9, 10, 11, and 12, have names that mean 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th? Isn't that odd? So September should really be July, and October should be August, and so on. Weird.

Ok, so...

I am very good at wasting time.

Too bad this is not a good thing.

Like really... where did the night go? I sit here, wasting more time by writing a blog at 11:12 pm... and I have not accomplished anything of great importance. I thought I had a free-ish evening tonight? (Granted, my "free evening" just means that I did not have class until 10:30, so I got home closer to nine after work. But for my ridiculous schedule, that makes for a pretty free evening.)

Ok, I'm done wasting time.

Almost. First let me mention my random epiphany from the other day:

Grocery stores are AMAZING. How is it possible to get just about anything I want at any time of year??? Where does all the food come from?

The end.

evil. part 2.

So my stomach got in another fight this weekend. Like really, I don't know what the dealio is lately. I have not thrown up in years, and now twice in a few months I have been sick. But this time eclipsed the meatball sub in horrendousness. If the meatball sub was an unpleasant hangnail, the sushi would be comparable to the entire country of Canada falling on top of the US and crushing it while tiny poisoned needles flew threw the air at any living being, piercing eyeballs and toenails, and all the while Spock has created a black hole in the middle of Earth with red matter destroying the whole thing. I don't know if that sentence made sense, but that's about what it felt like. It didn't make sense either. Bleh.

So here's the story. At work, Ethan was talking about how amazing sushi was. Since they sell it in the soda shop at DBU (weird... I should of realized how sketch that was) he decided to get some if I would try some. "Oh, sure," I said. BAD decision. I wasn't the biggest fan, anyways. So later that night, I started to feel sickly. I had a headache and then started to feel nauseated. I went home... and threw up... NINE times. I was up all night, feeling more miserable than I have ever felt in my entire life. I was so close to going to the emergency room. It wasn't even like the kind of sick where you lay motionless on the couch feeling sick. No. I couldn't stop shaking and crying and heaving, I was lightheaded and my arms were tingling and I could barely breath. Every muscle in my body hurt. Horrible. Don't ever eat sushi.

Ok, well, to be fair, I can't blame the sushi with 100% certainty. No one else who had sushi got sick. (Does this sound familiar to anyone else? I promise I didn't eat any privet berries this time.) It could have been the chicken sandwich at lunch, but that was a looong time before I got sick. And my fam has a history of bad reactions to fish. I don't know. But I have come to this conclusion, regardless: SUSHI IS EVIL.

Fin.