From the Shadows of the Radio Station, I Bring You the Old Skip

"I tried to do handstands for you."

So I realized just the other day when I was perusing the old posts on our little website here that in the six weeks that I've endured this semester, I have only one blog post to show for it. The rush of emotions and thoughts entered my head. Is the blog really dead, as Anna Mathew so morbidly put it? What would a world be like without people sharing their food-filled adventures with each other? And... if the food blog is really dead... do we know whether it wanted to be cremated or buried?

"But you just want to explode."

So here I am, doing my radio show, all by my lonesome today. One of my co-hosts went home for the weekend for her sibling's birthday, while another is studying for a midterm, and the last one just isn't here, for any possible number of reasons. What better way to kill an hour and a half than by writing a blog post. I declare this the old skip. BFD, where does your heart truly lie?

"Can you give it up?"

The computer in the studio is really nice. It has two screens, side by side. Hold your DS on its side and you get the idea (though don't try to poke one of the monitors; it won't do you any good). The screen on the right contains the big-time automation program. It's very fancy and I can't begin to explain its intricacies to you. The screen on the left is your typical old computer monitor, with a desktop, innerweb, and whatnot. So, picture the food blog website on the left, and a bunch of weird folders and track listings on the right. That's what I'm looking at right now.

"I know St. Peter won't call my name."

Yikes. I thought I was going to be completely alone and unheard for the duration of my show, so I was planning on playing all sorts of crazy stuff like video game music. I see through my window the general manager of the station walk into the studio lobby. He's doing some bureaucratic work for WXVU, I guess. Well there goes all my fun. Now I have to be professional.

"G-L-O-R-I-A, it's love, my friend."

I woke up this morning, looked out my window, and saw gray clouds and relative darkness. It can't be later than 10 o clock AM, I think. That's definitely a morning sky. I roll over, shifting my eyes to my clock, where my mood then dramatically sinks. Ugh, is it really already noon? Son of a bitch.

"Thanks for all you've shown us."

At one, I watched Villanova trounce (sort of) Syracuse in Men's Basketball, then I went over to the Connelly Center for a 3:30 PM lunch. I'm a mess. But lunch itself was better than usual. I got a grilled chicken sandwich, with ranch dressing smothering the bun. Yum. Then the rest of the day I tried studying for midterms. The problem is that I have midterms on Wednesday and Thursday. Do I start studying now? I usually start the day before the test. Will I have the motivation to study now? I can either study or do nothing, but I don't want to do nothing because then I'll feel like a waste of life. So I tried studying.

"I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs."

It's just past 8 now, and I have not yet eaten dinner. I can predict it though. I'll go to Connelly after the show where I'll either get a cheesesteak or a shitty grilled cheese. The decision shouldn't be difficult at all. The cheesesteak is clearly better in every tangible facet. But... I don't have to wait for the grilled cheese. It's right there in a bin at the counter, drowning in its own grease, in addition to the grease of the other grilled cheeses. It's so easy to just pick it up and go on my merry little way. For the cheesesteak, I have to wait upwards of five minutes for a chef to cook and construct it. I'll probably go for the cheesesteak tonight, unless unexpected variables enter the equation.

"I think I drink too much."

Heath Ledger FTW (hopefully). Cheerio!