And Maybe I Won't Keep Fighting Constantly, For Inconsistency, I'm Waiting...

Molly Marlette - Constantly

Molly is my girl.


Anyhoo. So I've come to this conclusion about myself. A realization, if I may. A self-realization, if I, again, may. Meeting people is my fav. I think I would rather go meet a new person than hang out with a bunch of my friends. Even if I don't really like this new person that I meet, I just like meeting lots of people.

For example, when I was scheduling classes for next year, I purposely didn't schedule a certain time for my English 225 class, because I knew that one of my friends was in it. I mean, English classes only have 18 people, and I'm not going to purposely go into one where I already know someone in it.

And I mean, if one of my friends just happens to be in it with me, well I won't complain. But I'm not going to go looking for that.

Or take one of my friends. She's spending Christmas break in Florida, where none of her friends are. To me, that would be epic. There's so many new people to meet. You'd have no choice. Clearly she's not going to spend her break desperately lonely, so she's going to go make new friends. I'm terribly jealous.

But whatever. My self-realizations are super lame. I have a story (though it too is probably equally lame).


So I'm visiting my friend in the hospital. She had some horribly invasive surgery on her intestines, and she had a nasogastric intubation, aka a tube that went into her nose and down to her stomach.

I mentioned this to my father, which was his cue to show me a link to these pictures. Naturally, I showed them to my friend in the hospital. She was not amused. Apparently she didn't find the thought of the tube being accidentally inserted into her brain very appealing.