In a week the world changes...
In the past seven days, two major things happened to me (actually three did but I only want to tell you two). First I found out I have an Ulcer. Second I got a all expenses paid trip to Toronto and Brantford. Now I know Ulcers and trips to meet parents do not seem to go under the same level. But to me, they are both major events of which have major consequences. Ulcer have a physical one and meeting Phil's parents has an emotional one. To ease you mind, I promise you I am not going to die. I am on some heavy medicine that I am taking regularly at the same time each day. This medicine kills the bacteria causing my ulcer and makes sure the ulcer heals. By the way, if you did not know, an ulcer is a hole in the stomach. Ulcers are cause by a combination of stress (like the one I experienced for the year in ST Mary's + summer in dc) and a bacteria (like the one I probably got in Nigeria).I am fine. I swear and Phil has been taking somewhat good care for me. The worse part was having the ulcer and getting my period of which I could not take Advil for because of the ulcer. So yeah. Now I will move on to meeting Phil's parents. I am always bad at meeting people's parents. They either hate me and love me. I have no idea what to expect. The way Phil acts, I would guess they are a mutate strain of Christians. To make matters worse, I will meet them during their 30 year anniversary. Crap! So his whole family has this randomly tendency to monogamy. Everyone has sort of found someone or in the process of finding someone to spend the rest of their life with. His parents don't even like each other and they have managed to endure that for 30 years. I suppose it is the same with my parents but I don't think they celebrate their anniversary anymore. Long story short, you know how I feel about longterm things. I know I told Phil I want to be with him. In the sense that I want to make a commitment if things keep going well/ can be this well. But you know me, 30 years is so crazy. He has all these people in his family who like married the first person they were in a relationship with. Marriage is so permanent you know? Like it takes papers, lawyers, money, and different residences in order to end that bitch. So um... the point of that disorganized rant is to pretty much say I am freaked out of 30 year commitments, people who marry the first ones they are in a relationship with, and meeting parents.