Category: college

More Food

April 29, 2004 / / 0 Comments

Well, operation Deplete Foodstores is under way once again. At the end of May, I’ll be moving out of my apartment, and :: sigh :: in with my parents.

This is only temporary. Hopefully, very temporary. I have to find a job before I get a place to live, because I hate commuting. I’m looking to work about fifteen minutes from where I live. Ideally, I’d like to be able to take my bike from home to work.

Whether this will happen or not has yet to be seen. I kind of doubt it will, but it’s nice to dream.

Anyway, I’m trying to eat everything I have stored in my cupboards so that I have a little less to pack up and move. Or throw away. (I always feel bad throwing away food.) I’ve already got a shitload of stuff that needs to be moved, and one less box would be a load off my mind.

What were we talking about?

March 15, 2004 / / 0 Comments

I have a pretty big assignment due tomorrow. Big, as in I’ve had three weeks to work on it. (three? maybe four. Can’t remember.)

I, uh, haven’t actually started it yet.

:: walks away to clip fingernails and toenails ::

I blame this, partially, on having the attention span of a rodent. If something doesn’t interest me, I find it difficult to stay on target for even a minute before I drift off.

Even things that really should hold my attention, don’t. Like driving. I tend to space out, thinking about things that have nothing to do with what’s going on around me until–FUCK, A CHEVY!

It’s not a good thing.

:: stares at TV ::

It also makes writing difficult at times because I tend to go off on long tangents that have little or nothing to do with my main topic.

Conversations, too, I guess. When I’m attempting to debate someone, I’ll often come up with a great point in the middle of my opponent speaking. By the time they’re done, I’ll have no idea what I wanted to say. None.

I’ve wondered if I have adult attention deficit disorder. I don’t remember being this flighty when I was a kid. Maybe I caused some damage with all the chemicals that have flowed through my brain.

So I’m trying to work on this assignment. It’s not working out. Fortunately, it’s not due until 11:59pm tomorrow night. Man, I would be screwed if it weren’t for electronic submission.

Egg Nog

December 8, 2003 / / 0 Comments

So tonight, I get home from yet another group project meeting feeling a little down. My girlfriend’s sick, so she won’t be coming over, and tomorrow I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of work to do.

Then I remembered that my mom gave me a carton of egg nog. So I opened the carton and poured myself a small glass of the thick, light yellow, spicy-smelling liquid with small flecks of black and brown suspended in it.

With a bit of trepidation, I took a sip.

“Damn, that’s noggy.”

I sat down at my computer, idling wasting time, and sipping egg nog… until my stomach began to twist. It was right about then that I remembered five years ago when I decided to “get fucked up holiday-style.” I was mixing egg nog and spiced rum. It was terrible.

But it was the start of a very interesting night. I was drinking in a dorm, and after I ran out of egg nog (or rum, can’t recall very clearly), I went to the other side of campus and kept drinking with different people.

The rest of the night is pretty hazy… I only remember bits and pieces: vomiting black liquid into the toilet in a ladies restroom, making out with a girl that I had been intentionally avoiding (yes, after vomiting), having a crowd of people scream “GET A ROOM!” at us, and then waking up in her bed the next morning.

It was one of the few times that I’ve woken up and thought, “Where the hell am I?” To this day, I have no idea how I got into her loft.

What a mistake. Ugh. At least I didn’t have sex with her.

So now my body rejects egg nog. Since it’s only available once a year, I always have time to forget that in the interim.

Hey Christine, you want a mostly-full carton of egg nog?