To whom it may concern:
Please excuse my neglect of this blog for a few days. Life has been chaotic, as I'm sure yours has been as well. Let's pickup where we left off, shall we?
I had two exams in my hardest classes this week— Medical Speech Pathology and Audiology. This translates directly to mean that I didn't sleep either night prior to the exam. Woe is me. My life is so hard. Tricked ya! My life is pretty fantastic. I can't stop thinking about how grateful I am to be able to go to school and study something that I'm in love with. Seriously, if my major was a person, I would date it. I'd even venture to say that I would marry it but I'm going to steer clear of the "m" word until the 5th of never or the day I die—whichever comes first.
Alyssa and I were hanging out at the hospital yesterday. We had just got some soft serve ice cream from the cafeteria and we were devouring them like it was the last time we were going to see frozen yogurt. On the walk back up to Trevor's room we were chatting about our weeks. Mid sentence Alyssa stops, turns toward me and says "OH MY GOD, I ALMOST FORGOT TO TELL YOU!"
"I was going to get some Zupas. The one on fourth south near the Taco Bell, you know? she continued.
"I got out of my car and was walking into the restaurant and there was a pan handeler sitting on the corner nearest Zupas with a sign that read: My family was killed by a pack of ninja's. Please donate money so I can take Kung-Fu lessons."
If you can think of a plea for money more hilarious than this, PLEASE share. I think it's quite clever and would give him some money based on creativity alone.
Pan handling as a form of comedic art is what's right in the world.
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