try taking actual medical classes (physiology, anatomy, etc). Then you’ll really become a hypochondriac. (i.e. I painted my nails green for St. Paddy’s day, and it stained them yellowish. We had a lecture on liver diseases and jaundice, so now I’m convinced I’m dying because my nails are yellow).
“The woman who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been.”—Albert Einstein (via thatisntverychanel)
I’ve decided that I’m going to visit my friend in Florida over spring break. She works for Disney so we can get into all the parks for free, and will do some other tourist-y things too. I’m also going to hopefully go to NYC (I’ve never been) with a friend over a weekend so I can take a few dance classes, see a Broadway show, go see the “Friends” apartment, Times Square, etc.
I’m really excited, but also terrified. I haven’t been farther than an hour from Chicago in almost 7 years. I hate flying. I really hope I don’t back out. Since I fly standby (my dad’s a pilot so we don’t buy tickets), I don’t have to commit to a flight and can backout at anytime. It’s ironic that my dad was a commercial pilot for 20+ years (he’s retired now), and never had any sort of problem, yet I’m petrified of flying. Go figure.