How Many Blondes Does It Take To Open a Can of Tuna?

I feel slightly inadequate when writing these, as some of you may know I am not a huge fan of writing. To write a paper for a class it takes me way longer than it should and I constantly make the same mistakes. For the sake of the blog though, I will make an attempt to write in full sentences. Who knows, maybe it will help me. I'm willing to try anything. It is sad when I would rather do math or chemistry than write an easy 3 page paper.
Morning: My alarm clock (my phone) is broken so I am not sure when it will go off. I pray each night that I wake up in time for class. My contract ends in December and then I am entitled to a new phone so I am holding out, times are tough. I woke up this morning to the sound of my phone buzzing against my metal desk. I jumped up thinking I was late but then looked at the clock and realized I had atleast 5 more minutes until I had to give up my nice warm bed. Finally, I throw myself out of bed, wrap a blanket around me and head straight for my "kitchen". I make some peanutbutter toast on 12 grain bread, delicious. I am still hungry though, but nothing else in my fridge is appealing.
Alas, i go to class, Ethnicity and the Immigrant Experience with Dr. Pablo Villa. Very stimulating discussion as usual, not. We have to write a paper about Obama and McCain. Aren't we done talking about this?
Then I hit the gym, 6 miles on a treadmill, boring and long.
Lunch: After the gym I am starving. I decide on tuna. I always have can opener difficulties, but I am not set on having it. My can opener is ridiculous and I cannot figure it out, neither can Vicki. A month ago she bought a regular can opener, but I think I broke it. The can opener won't spin, so I am forced to punch holes in the can and then pry it open. It took about 20 minutes to open 2 cans of tuna fish. Obviously the answer to my original question is >2.
I hung out the rest of the afternoon, writing some of my paper and helping Vicki assemble shelves to go over her bed. We can assemble furniture, but we can't open a can...
Finally, it's 4:20, and I pick up a joint, I mean my books. (I guarentee I'm the only one who laughed at that.) I head over to Anderson Hall, so far way and its flurrying, BRRRR. Death and Dying has become so boring lately, because we've made our way to the comparitive religions part. I am not very religious, I have litle interest in my own faith, let alone others.
Dinner: I met Vicki at the SAC. We decided to get chinese. I feared for my stomach's reaction but it sounded so good, I forged ahead. We both got sesame chicken and fried rice (pronounced wice). The rice was hard, but I ate it anyway. The chicken wasn't bad, but best of all I didn't feel sick after it. Hooray, a successful mission.
Now I am back to work. I cannot wait for christmas break. Forget thanksgiving, that's nothing. I want a solid month of no thinking, with one day dedicated to staying in bed. Dan and I have decided to stay in bed all day, kind of like John Lennon and Yoko Ono's bed in. I mean our motivation is definitely peace, I think we will clearly make a difference. We will document it and share our experience on the blog.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I've had about 25 laffy taffys today.
Goodnight.