It's 7:00 pm, and Lauren and I are among the swarm of students crowding the dining hall.
Everything looks gross, so I toast some bread for an egg salad sandwich. Of course, the toaster is perpetually broken and barely warms my bread, but I'm too lazy to put it in again.
There is no egg salad. I am distraught. I resign myself to peanut butter and jelly, even though I could have eaten that in the comfort of my dorm room.
There is no peanut butter. My world is crashing down around me. I create the most pathetic sandwich ever with strawberry jam and barely-warmed bread.
As I head for my seat, I see a fresh container of egg salad! After a few tortured minutes of guilt over my wastefulness, I throw away my sad excuse for sandwich and make a new, far superior dinner.
Lauren and I have chosen a table right next to a guy I made out with once. He probably doesn't recognize me, but I sense awkward vibes. Note to self: stay away from rugby parties.
After one bite of my egg salad sandwich, my mouth is burning. There is so much pepper in it, I think I might die. After drinking an entire glass of water, I have to throw away yet another sandwich. I am convinced that Jesus hates me.
I eat an apple and call it a night. It's ramen for me from now on, baby.
<3tara
2 comments:
COME EAT YOUR CAKE
Tara, I know why you're having troubles at TDR. It's just not the same without my presence 3 times a day. TDR must be going through some separation anxiety; give it some time.
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