It's been a while since I've blogged. Back in the "day," I used to blog on purpose because a.) I didn't want to study, b.) I was in the fishbowl, or c.) I was mad.
Today, it's (b). As it's incredibly humid in my apartment and I didn't want to stay in tonight, I decided to join Lily at the fishbowl. It's been a while. I think fishbowl got a little cleaner? haha.

Despite having to still finish my PharmD project (thus= fishbowl), and transitioning out of a cushy UM Hospital job to the hard hours at Rite Aid, I find that there are still the little quirky things in life that get me.

Take for example, the bus. Every day, coming out of the UM Hospital entrance, around 4:30pm, I come out of the front doors, only to find my #2 AATA Plymouth bus is already at its stop. I then mutter "sh*t!" to myself and run across 3 streets to get to the bus. I can't help it. I've left work early, late, etcera, yet EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME, the bus is across the street. The white haired bus driver just waits for me now, as I run across the street.
I also am so consumed in my thoughts in the morning that I don't realize that the bus is at the stop. Like, take this morning. I was fuming about a certain issue, and then, lo and behold, the bus was waiting at the stop, right for me. :P

Another issue that quirks me- why is it so hard for girls to lose weight, yet guys have no problem? As I am in 2 weddings this summer, about 3 weeks from each other, I need to get in tip top shape. Unfortunately, I like to eat. What can I say- I like food. We went to Chicago this past weekend, and we ate our hearts out- Joy Yees (bubble tea twice!), Chinatown restaurants, Garrets popcorn, Ghiradelli and Hershey stores, Buca di beppo (the tiramisu is SOOO good), and stayed in a Mariott which had an amazing breakfast. Let's just say.. I gained quite a bit of weight over the weekend. And I notice this among guys- why is it, guys can just work out a little and suddenly they're toned? Girls have to work out SO MUCH HARDER, to make even an indent on our chubby arms. Sigh.

But yes, weddings are coming soon.  How crazy, yet how exciting. All I can say, is that I can't wait to wear orange in July. :)

Ah yes, back to the grind. I miss undergrad classes- the meandering around fishbowl (because obviously the social life was at fish), being in classes where people actually wanted to be competitive, etcera. I miss it a lot. I miss the people the most. It's weird walking around campus- from being always recognized to suddenly.. not. But it's okay- life goes on....

We all have those awkward moments where you can't escape. I've been finding that I've been having them a lot lately- and when they occur, all I want to do is say what's on my mind... but figure it would be too rude. Take for example:

1.) The dentist chair.
I went to get my teeth checked and cleaned yesterday, and drove in the crazy snow to the dentist office.  As I entered the room, I saw the same hygieniest who usually asks me three questions: a.) are you working? b.)how many years do you have left in school? c.) where do you go again?, and then proceeds to ramble on about how her niece went to U of M and how she doesn't like her niece's fiancee, blah blah blah. This time, however, the hygienist talked to me about her exchange student that her family was hosting, and how she doesn't think the girl has good work ethics, and blah blah blah. All I wanted to do was say, "I DON'T CARE! JUST CLEAN MY TEETH!" but it's not like you can actually SAY that because she's sitting there with a metal hook, ready to scrape out your gums, as you have your mouth gaped open. Yep, no escape at all.

2.) The elevator
I've often been stuck in the elevator with hospital staff, in both Umich and St. Joes. Endless amounts of times, I get stuck in an elevator with some individual who feels like they have to rant out their frustrations about their family, their work, their love life, etcera. I mean, what am I suppose to do in those situations? It's not like I can say, "yep, don't care. I just want to get to my floor," but instead, I just nod my head and mumble a few "mm hmms" and leave the elevator saying, "well, I hope your problems work themselves out..... have a nice day!"Yep, no escape.

3.) The bank teller
At National City in Ann Arbor, I always encounter the same guy working the bank teller. This same guy has been there... for I'm not sure how long, but I encounter him, winter, spring, summer, and fall. Every time it's the same questions, "so, did you do anything fun this weekend?" and then the question, "how's the weather outside?" It's kind of sad because whenever he asks about the weather, he looks longingly out the window, like he wants out, but he can't. I always try to tell him, "oh, it's nice... but it's nice and cool (or warm) in here!" but it never seems to cheer him up. I then have to wait during this sad yet awkward moment, as he deposits my checks. But it's not like you can avoid that situation either because how else am I suppose to deposit money? No escape.

4.) The pharmacy.
Yes, it's ironic that I mention the pharmacy, but it's true. Often a time when I worked at Target, I had to be the one who rang up the prescriptions, as the customer waited at the counter. As I waited for the pharmacist to check the prescriptions, I would often try to make small talk with the customer standing there, "oh I like your sweater!" "oh, hows the weather?" blah blah blah, but there are always those individuals who are cranky and just don't want to talk to anybody. So you stand there... and pretend to stare off in space... but it's not like you can just LEAVE them, because you're attending to them.

There's countless more... but I'm sick of typing. I really haven't blogged for quite the while. :P

     4 years of living on central campus.  I never thought I would say this, as I got tired of all the craziness, busyness, and run-down aspects of living on central campus (and it cost a fortune as well), but I do miss the convenience. Or, it's more, I miss not having all the bus problems I have been having, as of late.

For instance, last Friday was a horrible bus day. I was suppose to be at work at 7:30am, and proceeded to miss my normal #2 AATA bus (although I was at the bus stop at 7:15am), and ended up at work, at 7:50am. I then, miss the bus coming out of work, making me late for therapeutics.  As I was riding that bus back to my apartment, I pulled on the cord (to signal a stop coming), and THE CORD BREAKS. Yep, that's right, I pulled on the cord, and it just BROKE. The passengers next to me just looked at me and started laughing, as I replied, "well.... I've never have had that happen before. Shhhh no one say anything!" as I proceeded to quickly walk out of the bus.

Perhaps it's the 10 minute fast paced/half sprint of a walk I have to take to get to the bus stop.  I mean, at times, I LOVE walking in the morning, as it's quite refreshing- I mean, I used to run at 6am during P2 year, just to stay awake in classes. However, when it's a frantic 10 minute fast paced walk, you're sweating by the end of your walk as you enter the stuffy bus. And I sweat like a man. It's gross.  So I've begun to simply DRIVE my car to the front of the neighborhood, park my car, and then walk a few minutes to the bus stop. Much, much better.

Until this morning. I was walking my usual fast paced walk to the bus stop.  I had my nice gray pants on, as I had to go to work after class. As I'm getting close to a bridge where I cut through a few complexes, another person comes out of their apartment building.  To avoid the awkwardness of walking side by side with them (you know the awkwardness), I proceeded to walk faster. As I'm walking faster, I set my foot on the bridge, and, as it had rained this morning, proceeded to slip and FALL right on the bridge, soiling my gray pants. I was so mad. And the person who I had avoided the awkwardness, didn't even stop. She just kept walking (I guess I would have done the same thing though).

BAH. So ridiculous. I went and bought a "grad student" after hours permit yesterday (only 45 bucks for the whole year! What a steal!) that allows me to park in structures and lots after 3pm and weekends... so that's nice... but to save gas, I'm still going to take the bus. Even, despite the pain of it, I'll still do it.

I just hope it gets better. haha.