Wednesday, November 18, 2009

You Know You're a Fat Kid When...

Well hello. I suck at posting. I’ve discussed this before, but I mean really. I haven’t written anything in a month. Too many things happened to me during this time. From midterm panic attacks, to traveling to Atlanta and Ohio, Halloween silliness, new boy (!!!), getting involved in DRAMA, organizing my life, etc. , I have had ample opportunities to rant or rave. Instead of any of those noteworthy events inspiring me to put my thoughts into words, I sat idly by, wasting my life away with reading and catching up on trashy television. What changed today, you ask? Well it’s simple, really. I ate a cookie.

Yep. I had the most delicious, mouth-watering cookie I have quite possibly ever consumed. THIS was my reason for writing in my blog today. I am sitting in a completely silent area of the old business school in my building “reading” for school (aka gchatting). When I took a bite, though, I had…a moment. I hope the married man by his laptop didn't catch a glimpse of me as I looked down at the cookie in amazement. It was love at first bite, friends. It was an Oreo cookie. Not the cookie from Nabisco, silly. It is a decadent concoction from the deli across the street. I will dream about this cookie and all of its savory goodness. I will walk past the deli every day and force myself to keep walking instead of buying more cookies of pleasure again. And yet, here I sit in this lounge of learning. I had to stop what I was doing to write in my blog about a stupid cookie.

It’s time to reevaluate my life. Or, time to go for a run.

1 comment:

cal ;) said...

i need that cookie. mail it to me. kthanksloveyoubyeee.