Half of my face looks Jewish.
Today I went into downtown Cincinnati for the first time. I love the feeling of being in a city. I could probably just walk around downtown all day and be okay with life. Anybody up for the challenge?
I have a problem. I fear that if I do not try to combat this, my habit will become costly. Very, very costly. Around 4:00 P.M. this afternoon I purchased a pack of Trident Splash Apple-Raspberry gum. At 6:21 I popped the last piece. This is a terrible, terrible thing; the gum wouldn't have even expired until June of 2008. I can be thankful that withdrawal won't give me nightmares, twitches, or cause me to scratch my arms and rub the underside of my nose... Or it will not do these things to the best of my knowledge. It's not even that I really like that gum all that much, I just..I do not even have an explanation for it. I wonder if there is a GCA (Gum Chewers Anonymous) on campus. I may need a twelve step program. At least I don't need a fake I.D. for this.
I did buy two packs of Orbit tonight. Would anybody care to make this a little more interesting and place a bet on how long these two packs of gum will last?
I hate generic post-it notes. The glue doesn't stick and the residue stays around unless you rub it feverishly. Then, once you are rubbing for an extended period of time hoping to unstick the sticky mess the off-brand Post-It notes have left, your hand is left with a warm sensation and is now sticky from the blessed Post-It wannabe. Forget about getting up out of the chair to mosey on over to the bathroom where you are forced to use a sub par soap that leaves your hands dry. If someone would just please send me some legitimate Post-It notes I would really appreciate it. You would alleviate a bucket load of stress and unnecessary hand washing.
Spiderman 3 on Thursday. Time to pack up the over-night bag-- it's time for a camp out, baby. I hope that no other group of people, or singular person for that matter, is camped out. I wish that I could construct a pseudo fire to bring so that we may "roast" marshmallows and sing camp-fire songs. Perhaps we can recreate "Are you Afraid of the Dark" and give each other the heebie jeebies. Sounds like an ideal plan to me.
I am yawning. My eyes are watering. I have class in ten hours and thirty-four minutes.
I have a problem. I fear that if I do not try to combat this, my habit will become costly. Very, very costly. Around 4:00 P.M. this afternoon I purchased a pack of Trident Splash Apple-Raspberry gum. At 6:21 I popped the last piece. This is a terrible, terrible thing; the gum wouldn't have even expired until June of 2008. I can be thankful that withdrawal won't give me nightmares, twitches, or cause me to scratch my arms and rub the underside of my nose... Or it will not do these things to the best of my knowledge. It's not even that I really like that gum all that much, I just..I do not even have an explanation for it. I wonder if there is a GCA (Gum Chewers Anonymous) on campus. I may need a twelve step program. At least I don't need a fake I.D. for this.
I did buy two packs of Orbit tonight. Would anybody care to make this a little more interesting and place a bet on how long these two packs of gum will last?
I hate generic post-it notes. The glue doesn't stick and the residue stays around unless you rub it feverishly. Then, once you are rubbing for an extended period of time hoping to unstick the sticky mess the off-brand Post-It notes have left, your hand is left with a warm sensation and is now sticky from the blessed Post-It wannabe. Forget about getting up out of the chair to mosey on over to the bathroom where you are forced to use a sub par soap that leaves your hands dry. If someone would just please send me some legitimate Post-It notes I would really appreciate it. You would alleviate a bucket load of stress and unnecessary hand washing.
Spiderman 3 on Thursday. Time to pack up the over-night bag-- it's time for a camp out, baby. I hope that no other group of people, or singular person for that matter, is camped out. I wish that I could construct a pseudo fire to bring so that we may "roast" marshmallows and sing camp-fire songs. Perhaps we can recreate "Are you Afraid of the Dark" and give each other the heebie jeebies. Sounds like an ideal plan to me.
I am yawning. My eyes are watering. I have class in ten hours and thirty-four minutes.