As I sit here reflecting on how to begin my blogging adventure, I just happened to look up and catch the outline of cobwebs beginning to form in my new window. They seem so out of place. I've somehow managed to acquire cobweb status in just under a month. In a way, however, everything already seems so far away, and those cobwebs don't feel as out of place as I initially want to believe. It's funny how fast things can change. A month ago, I was frantically attempting to finish up requirements all while racing around San Francisco on my scooter (aptly named Lou btw) gathering things for a move that I was ready to embrace. And now, I'm eagerly waiting for my next car (a 2009 Honda Fit, still nameless), as I sit here sympathizing (why don't these blogs have spell check...grr.) with a cobweb. Much like that silly cobweb, I feel a bit out of place in this new environment. I've never really been completely alone in a new city. I wouldn't say I'm necessarily sad or scared about my new situation, but I'm am a little antsy to see how everything pans out. Throughout my life, I think I've always been the type of person who knows exactly where he wants to be and how he wants to get there.....but I don't really see that anymore. I hope, however, that just like my cobweb friend, I can settle down and make a home for myself and feel a little less out of place in this new city.Is it just me, or is milk infinitesimally better with pizza? I don't really like milk...and yet, I just finished up two glasses of the stuff with my pizza. I think my distaste, or rather disregard, for milk began in 7th grade. My human biology teacher, Mrs. Roesenthall, somehow managed to convince highly impressionable me that milk was actually bad for us. I won't go into the details, but they were highly questionable at best. Either way, however, I quit drinking excess milk that day. I still add it to essentials such as cereal, etc. (I'm not sure what else etc. would compromise actually), but otherwise I just don't drink it. Well, that is, except when I eat my pizza. Not just any pizza, mind you, but the cheap frozen kind. Somehow, milk takes on the mysterious new flavor of overwhelming deliciousness when comblined with frozen pizza (seriously don't try it with Domino's or anything...it doesn't have the same effect). I've found, though, that this is apparently a very well kept secret. When I googled milk and pizza looking for images, I was shocked to see very few images of this wonderful combination. It's kind of amusing to me how much I disli..er, disregard milk by itself, but without it, I rarely even think of eating my Tombstone Pizza. When I began all of this talk of pizza and milk, I had some great way to tie it into my life....but, I think some of the same thoughts got tied into my cobweb talk, so I'll just leave you with this:
Please, please, give have a little milk with your pizza. I promise you won't regret it.
