And I've had so many fantastic adventures that aren't documented here! They will be, I (hopefully honestly) promise.
For now I'll share my awkward story of the day. Are you ready for this??? 'Cause you should probably be ready before you continue reading.
(I'm running on too little sleep and it's late at night and so I'm a little loopy right now. Sorry. But not sorry enough to erase anything)
So I realized today that time truly does equal money: if you run out of time, you spend more money. Like if you wake up later than you should have and only have time to make yourself a bowl of oatmeal instead of eggs and a lunch you end up having to buy something on campus and spend a quarter of what you're used to paying for for weekly groceries simply for lunch! But that's beside the point.
The point is the oatmeal. I only had time to cook oatmeal and practically inhale it (painful!) so I could be out the door and on my way to campus on time.
Well something you should know about oatmeal and me is that we don't like spending time with each other. No matter how much oatmeal I eat in the morning, I am starving an hour and a half later. Without fail. It's awful. I have yet to find a way to make a breakfast of oatmeal last longer. I think I'll try putting peanut butter in it next time. . . I've heard that it's amazing. . .
Anyways, on Mondays I have class from nine to two without any breaks longer than the ten minutes allotted between classes. So I really have to eat a good breakfast on Mondays. Plus Mondays need all the help they can get as a general rule and that includes breakfast.
So I have my New Testament class at eleven. It's my second class of the day and I'm usually still okay from breakfast. Unless, like today, I had oatmeal for breakfast.
I was sitting by this attractive guy and all was going well for the first ten minutes. I was happy to be sitting by such a fun (and fantastic) person. And then a hungry tiger in my stomach woke up and started whining. And it was LOUD!
There was NO WAY the guy next to me couldn't hear it, but I prayed that he was somehow a little deaf in his left ear.
He wasn't.
After about ten minutes of constant stomach growlingness he turned to me and asked, "You hungry?" I could've melted from embarrassment. Not that a growling stomach is a horrible thing, but it's not considered very ladylike or attractive. I just replied, "Apparently!" and that was the end of it.
My stomach decided to be quiet eventually, but the damage was done. I guess we'll see how repulsed he was by me on Wednesday. If he sits by me again I'll know I didn't scare him off for good.
Moral of the story??? Say no to oatmeal in the mornings!!!!! That is all.
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