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Well, it finally happened. Four and a half semesters into college and I am finally sick of campus food. I am bored of the same two or three choices, I am sick of the amount of money we pay for meal plans, and I wish I had a kitchen because I'm tired of eating at restaurants too. Although tonight we ate at Mugshots and it was only my second time ever, and it was QUITE good. We didn't get to keep the cups this time, I wonder why. I hate the 'I'm hungry and have not a clue what I want to eat or what anyone else wants to eat' feeling. I want to cook. I am glad I'm going home in a week and can do some cooking and real eating.
I'm tired of a lot of things lately - I'm fighting Junioritis. Junioritis is worse than Senioritis because the end is not nearly as emminent. I'm not ready for college to end, I'm just bored of the ho-hum predictability. I want an adventure. Something new and exciting and unprecedented and to daydream about during boring class. My life is like a snow-globe that needs to be swirled again.
Today I took Waverly to the Ferg to get a Gatorade and her eyes got huge looking at all the choices of things to eat and drink. I used to be like that, vowing to never get tired of the soft-serve machines or Hi-C Flashin' Fruit Punch or chocolate milk or the Otis cookies. Well here it is happening all the same. I do love Doster's sweet tea though. And Phyllis. There is nothing special about Doster except for Phyllis.
One thing I still love - my tie-dye bed. I washed my sheets today and I am excited about the clean-sheet feeling tonight. Goodnight and goodbye.
I'm tired of a lot of things lately - I'm fighting Junioritis. Junioritis is worse than Senioritis because the end is not nearly as emminent. I'm not ready for college to end, I'm just bored of the ho-hum predictability. I want an adventure. Something new and exciting and unprecedented and to daydream about during boring class. My life is like a snow-globe that needs to be swirled again.
Today I took Waverly to the Ferg to get a Gatorade and her eyes got huge looking at all the choices of things to eat and drink. I used to be like that, vowing to never get tired of the soft-serve machines or Hi-C Flashin' Fruit Punch or chocolate milk or the Otis cookies. Well here it is happening all the same. I do love Doster's sweet tea though. And Phyllis. There is nothing special about Doster except for Phyllis.
One thing I still love - my tie-dye bed. I washed my sheets today and I am excited about the clean-sheet feeling tonight. Goodnight and goodbye.