Last night, I slept for thirteen hours - which was more than what I usually got in three or four days combined. I got back to my dorm before 10:30 pm on a Sunday night for the first time since I started pledging tonight. All should be well, but why do I just want to break down and cry?
About a week ago, I noticed that my thumb kind of hurt as I groggily went through my after-shower morning routine. As I put my comb down and reached for my keys (because naturally, I was running late), I was stunned to see a steady stream of bright red blood gushing down my right hand.
I have no idea how I managed to cut my thumb so badly or how I failed to notice such a big wound for such a long time.
It has been a week. I am running out of Hello Kitty band aids. And the wound still has not healed yet.
If I put even the slightest pressure on the area, it will start bleeding again.
I am a little worried. I think my bad eating habits are to blame.
Damn you Summit for not stocking the salad bar with any protein-rich beans or other goodies lately. Where are my vegetable and bean soups? Screw the creamy and cheesy vegetarian soups! And why does the only vegetarian option for the prepared daily pizza slices always come loaded with black olives? I hate olives with a passion; even if I pick them all off my slice, the already-infused olive flavor won't go away!
Yeah, so I have been eating like shit lately, which means I have been feeling like shit too.
I have been reading and browsing through daily San Francisco reviews on Yelp and I am really missing home food and all the awesome food options there are in San Francisco. One day I am craving Blondie's pizza, the next it is spicy samosas and potato-filled naan or light and crispy falafels and creamy hummus. My mouth is literally salivating as I read the reviews. I even had a dream about eating my mom's still-bright green and crunchy steamed broccoli and my favorite spicy peppered tofu dish last night.
Sigh.
I wanted to go to OVT to pick up a pint of Ben and Jerry's and lock myself in the nerd box with it tonight. I knew it would make me sick (damn lactose intolerance!), but the cliched depressed act of attacking a good ol' pint of B&J's felt like the right thing to do at the time. Unfortunately (or luckily, for my stomach), there were no appealing flavors left at OVT by the time I got there after my pledge meeting, so I walked out with a handful of Luna Bars and a bag of Oat Bran pretzel sticks instead.
Then I walked around campus, crunching absentmindedly on pretzel sticks while staring at the stars in the sky.
Now I am sitting in the nerd box and really wishing that I had that ice cream with me.
Or Yogurt World. I could really go for some Yogurt World right now.
"Cheer up, emo kid!"
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