Thank you, Universe....i Think

I came to school today with a chicken salad sandwich and an apple. That's it.

I'm going to be here for about 12 hours today.

I came prepared to be hungry.

But then something magical happened. One of the teachers in my office came back from lunch with leftover cheesy potato soup and offered it to me. (apparently it was some all-you-can-eat place and he ate all he could eat and what was left was what he couldn't eat. i love that sentence.) So I had a real lunch. And I still have a sandwich to eat later this afternoon when hunger comes prowling after me again.

This is not the first time I've been given free food on a day that I had very little food for myself. In fact, in the 3+ years I've been going to this school, I can only remember two or three times that I went through the day hungry. But for every one time I was hungry, there have been at least 4-5 instances where I had no food but magically free food was provided for me.

The universe really is good to me.

I'm not sure why the universe is good to me.

Unless it has something sinister and horrible waiting for me around the corner.

So here we are, the universe and I, weaving our tangled web. The universe is working diligently to pamper me and lull me into a false sense of security. And I willingly take all the handouts, while staying on my guard, ready for any nasty surprises.

Is this paranoia? I can't help but wonder if there's medication for this sort of thing.

I just Wanna Be okay, be Okay, be okay...ingrid michealson

I think it's gonna be okay.

Probably.

Yesterday I went to all my classes (including pilates. three words: oh. my. painful.) and in all four classes I could hear an exaggerated amount of sniffling/desperate runny-nose prevention snuffs (is there an actual word for that? does anyone know it?) from all corners of the classroom.

It's not just me. Everyone is getting sick. Apparently we've come to that part of the semester.

The stress is on. Immune systems are low due to malnutrition (vending machine diets) and sleep deprivation (yay college).  The last reserves are kicking in gear to pull us through the last four weeks.

But like I said, I think it's gonna be okay. My mucus has gone from a pasty yellow back to clear (woah. tmi? well, it's my blog, so you'll just have to deal) Tons of water and orange juice and sleep in uncomfortable library chairs has paid off! I'm still fighting off whatever-this-is, but it's gone into retreat. I really think it's gonna be okay.

On a completely unrelated note: a girl from my drawing class bought an Ocarina online the other day. They're real. They exist. In many shapes and forms, it turns out. She bought a dark purple one that resembles Link's in Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask.

(don't even act like you don't know what i'm talking about)

It comes with a booklet on how to play folk tunes and songs from The Legend of Zelda.

I think I've found my new Life's Goal.