I sat down to write about really important to me things, and instead impart upon you this drivel...
It's hard to be a carnivore on campus. There are 6 cafes on campus that I frequent, and all of them carry delivery from local resturants. Basically, it's mainly Thai and Indian, which is admittedly delicious.
After startling my professor in class today by looking up sharply from my notes when he mentioned "zombies", I'm thinking cannibalism might be a good way to go. There's enough variety that I wouldn't deteriorate into taste based lethargy.
I've been theming my weeks by food group so I can make meals for the week on the weekend. This week was supposed to be cous-cous, for example.
Instead it's been a noodle week. The last 3 days have been ginger noodles (mmmmmmm...ginger noodles) and today I bought something called "Really Good Noodles" from the Snail Thai. The best part of Thai food, other than being DELICIOUS (or, as advertised, "really good",), is the spices. I'm full 1/3 of the way into a normal serving because my tummy fears more spice. It's kept me from over eating or nervous eating over lunch.
I then bought some Free Trade Mocha Cappachino from the Div Cafe ("where God goes for coffee"). I really think most Free Trade coffeehouses have vastly better java than say Buckstars or Caribu.
Now I'm going to sit outside and reread some Hrotsvita before heading over to the Smart Museum for a mango French soda.
It's really sad how my entire day can be defined by beverages:
Morning tea.
First class juice.
Lunch time mocha.
Early afternoon somethingintresting.
After class to the library coffee/juice.
Come home, chocolate milk, tea.
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I need to start carrying more water and spices. Last night I made tealess spiced water. It was lovely to not drink tea for a while.
Of course, adding a little booze to everything wouldn't hurt either:
Morning whisky in tea.
Buddhism and mamosas.
Lunch time chocolate liquor.
Early afternoon fufu shots.
Academic Writing and post-class-studying Bailies in coffee or Liquid Cocaine.
Come home, White Russians.
Evening tea and Kuhila.
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I love these posts where I avoid anything of any importance or containing any actual reflection on my life in some sick disturbing way.