this is either very good or very, very bad.
I have lived on instant Velveeta mac n’ cheese (lord strike me down), cup-a-soup, Magic CocoaTM, and one order of veggie pizza and cinnamon sticks from Pizza Hut. And, after I figured out how to microwave it, blesséd ramen noodles. On the one hand, I feel a wonderfully weird hermit-high from being able to live on a semester’s worth of care packages from Mama dearest, which would normally just get thrown out at the end of the year. This bodes well for a future monkish lifestyle that will be mine when I move out of my parent's home at the close of the semester.
On the other hand, oh my god, my poor body!
The reason for all this abuse? I’m staying at college during the tail-end of winter break (twenty-some days to go) to get some work done on my senior thesis. Which I have not, under any circumstances, done. (Lawlz, oh, willpower.) Mostly I’ve been fiddling around the internet and reading Neil Gaiman, and stepping out of my dorm-room for no man. I’m in full recluse mode! Which I suppose has its restorative effects, but somehow I think the coma from preservative-overdose that’s going to descend, oh, any minute now might cancel it out. Sigh.
I’m thinking of burning through a Barnes Noble giftcard soon - if you have any recommendations for worthy books, give a holler!
On the other hand, oh my god, my poor body!
The reason for all this abuse? I’m staying at college during the tail-end of winter break (twenty-some days to go) to get some work done on my senior thesis. Which I have not, under any circumstances, done. (Lawlz, oh, willpower.) Mostly I’ve been fiddling around the internet and reading Neil Gaiman, and stepping out of my dorm-room for no man. I’m in full recluse mode! Which I suppose has its restorative effects, but somehow I think the coma from preservative-overdose that’s going to descend, oh, any minute now might cancel it out. Sigh.
I’m thinking of burning through a Barnes Noble giftcard soon - if you have any recommendations for worthy books, give a holler!