First of all, I must apologize for the late post. However, I think as you see how my food-filled day progressed, I have good reason for not having the motivation to post last night. So, let's get right to it, shall we?
Breakfast:
I hate breakfast and I do not eat breakfast... I hate to beat a helplessly dead horse, but it's simply the truth. Wait... did I have breakfast? ...Yes, I think I may have. Damn it. Well you see, every school day back home for God knows how long, I came down after my shower and had a glass of chocolate milk. But not carton, pre-made chocolate milk -- oh no, this was methodically crafted chocolate milk, a God-sent gift made of Skim Milk and Hershey's Chocolate Syrup. Well, when I got to college, I could count the number of times I drank milk on one finger (which just so happens to be the only day I actually ate breakfast in the Spit). For some supernatural reason, I found within me an urge to drink good, homemade chocolate milk. So the other day, I went to the Sparket, bought some skim, fat free milk, and a bottle of Hershey's finest. I drank some chocolate milk yesterday for my breakfast, which has been the definition of breakfast to me for at least three or four years. It wasn't as good as I remember it -- not as I remember the craftmanship of my loving mother. In fact, I found it quite rancid. Oh well, maybe I'll get better with practice.
Lunch:
Twenty minutes later, I had my lunch. The night before, my parents and sister came down to celebrate Parents' Weekend with me. So naturally, we skipped all of the planned Parents' Weekend activities and just went out to dinner. I know that that night is not what I'm supposed to be detailing here in this post, but it turns out to be a pivotal piece of information concerning my lunch. I had two, lucious and delicious crabcakes on my plate that evening. I ate one of them and boxed the other. And there, my friends, is the source of my lunch. I decided to reheat it in the microwave, but the box it was in was too big for the microwave. I just stuffed it in there, hoping it would resolve itself. I closed the door and began the heating process. Without much care, I plop myself back on my couch, listening to the microwave. After about thirty seconds, I hear something similar to an exploding sound. Oops. The box can't spin on the turntable because it's too big. I quickly stop the heating, open the door, and feel the steam exit the microwave. The crabcake is still in one piece, but the same cannot be said for the box. Oh well, good enough... and I eat the crabcake. A couple minutes later, I eat pringles as I talk to Nick on AIM and write an ACS paper.
Mid Afternoon Snack:
Damnit, damnit, damnit. My food day was not only meant to be a day full of good food stories, but it was also meant to be a day a day where I do lots of work for my classes. Unfortunately, a certain Kris Doll alerted me to the glaring fact that the hated Alcohol Edu program must be completed before Tuesday. What the hell. So screw the Calculus homework, screw the English essay, screw everything, because I have to complete this godamn 5 hour online program. The program started with a survey of initial details. The very first one was "Do you drink?" I answered "No." And that should have been the end of it. Seven hours, a trip to church, and a dinner later, I finally get a passing grade. I bet the whole thing was punishment because I answered the question, "Are you enthusiastic about this program?" in the initial survey, "Not at all." Oh yea, I ate some caramel balls and popcorn while I took the program.
Church:
Like every time I go to church, you get to eat part of the body of Christ just before you leave. Today, it was particularly tingy, and I didn't like it very much. Sorry, Jesus.
Dinner:
After church, a few friends and I went over to the Connelly Center to get some dinner. I had two slices of plain pizza (which is infinitely better in the Bel-Aire Terrace than it is in the Spit) and a Chicken Parm sandwhich. Very very tasty. Although, my opinion of it went down when one of my friends said, "That's a very Italian meal you have there, Erik." Son of a bitch. For desert, we all went to the ice cream shop in the Connelly Center and I got a chocolate milkshake. Absolutely delicious, perhaps the best I've had since I got here.
So overall, a very good day of food, but the blasted Alcohol Edu program left a bad taste in my mouth.
-Professor Nesto
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