Can't Let it Get to ME!

I've made it to week number three. Pat on the back. I am sure that anyone (if any) reading this blog are intimate enough with either me or my mom to know that this move to Washington has not been the easiest. Homesick. Anxious. Alone. Losing hair. Losing weight. Losing sleep. Losing tear fluids....ALL...THE...TIME! These feeling have gotten pretty annoying and exhausting. SO, I have decided to S.T.O.P! I am in 22 and in one of the most beautiful areas in the U.S. It's time I start living it up. I am inviting all worried about me to walk with me to get lost in Western Washington via my blog as I try to approach this new (and I mean NEW!) life as an adventure.

I really have no idea what to write on a blog. Who does, right? Andy. Andy does. But I fear that all I can give you readers is a bunch of randomness and a possible misspelt word here and there. Random, like this failed attempt at a second paragraph.

Redo at this topic thing. I have made one friend in WA. He is currently in the hospital, after having his appendex removed. Que lastima. Went in last night. Going back tonight. Didn't tell me why the second visit, but I figured he would tell me if he were dying, even though we aren't that close yet. Am I right in saying that dying would be something to mention, even to a recent contact addition to a cell phone? I mean, going back to the hospital isn't normal. At least, I don't think it is. Never heard of it. I guess I am fretting because I would hate to lose my only friend here so soon. We are planning on drinking gatorade and eating flinstone vitamins (things a person "on the mend" should be partaking) while watching one of his top three movies, CLUE, tomorrow night. I guess by then I will know if I will need to put that one index finger back down when naming off my Washingtonian amigos. I'll keep you all posted. Until then, I will continue watching Devil Wears Prada and searching the web for a newbie's"must do's" in the Seattle area while NOT thinking about my friend's fate.