The Little Things in Life

In the grand scheme of the universe, it's the little things that really matter most. I'm not only talking about midgets (although they count!), or the feeling of triumph you get when you make a perfectly proportioned smore, or a warm blanket straight out of the dryer, or finding out that your alarm clock was set an hour too soon and you can go back to sleep, or finding out that you have a video game class, or thursday night when there are awesome TV shows from 8-11, or making a great ping pong serve. None of that. Well all of that, but right now I'm just talking about marshmallows. Sprinkles too. I'll get to that in a bit -- first, breakfast and lunch:

Breakfast: Today I ate my last brownie. What am I going to have for breakfast from now on? I don't know...I think this is as good a reason as ever to completely abolish this pointless meal and instead have bigger lunches and dinners. If only there was a presidential candidate who took notice of this important issue.

Lunch: I realized something today. Every weekday I get out of a class at 11:20, grab a newspaper, go eat either chicken tenders or a tuna melt, and I'm always done at exactly 11:50. I have to buck this trend...So yeah, today I opted for the tenders.

Dinner: This is when my food-related day got interesting. I went through the buffet-style cafeteria as usual, grabbing a slice of pizza, some onion rings and a bit of pasta. But when I got to the drink area, as I went to pour some Root Beer (great stuff), a heavenly ray of sunlight gleamed off of a bowl. A bowl full of miniature marshmallows. So, naturally, I got an extra cup and filled it with the stuff. As I walked to a table, millions of thoughts were bouncing around my skull. The combinational potential offered by this new fluffy delight amazed me with its unassuming simplicity. Marshmallows + Onion Rings. Marshmallows + Pizza. Marshmallows + Onion Rings + Pizza + Pasta. I tried every possible combination, keeping track with a pen and a napkin. I finished off this marshmallow-filled meal with a coffee-hot-chocolate hybrid, with marshmallows for good measure. I would have been satisfied if I'd stopped right there, but no. After all, I didn't not get my fake nickname by knowing when enough was enough. I also got ice cream with sprinkles, sprinkles of pure delight.


There's something to be said for the little things in life: they make life worth living. Emo's, pay attention. Your life doesn't suck (well...maybe it does); you just need more marshmallows sprinkled around.

- Not Fat Dan