schrodawg

I'm very sleepy. And hungry... I want to go shopping for soup, tomato soup, and cheddar soup... yeah, that sounds sooooo good. But I have class, so no shopping for me until... like 8. There's a poptart laying on my desk but I can't eat it.

It stares as if knowing,
There's nothing I can do.
Laying seductively,
We are caged, we are few.

You know there's something weird going on in my head when I write about poptarts. Maybe this lack of sleep and hunger is making me delerious, or maybe I'm really happy? I don't even know.

All I see is you.

I wonder if someone will go shopping with me after my class. I really hope so, that would make my day. But it's already been made. If your day has already been made, what is it called when someone does something that makes it really good, as well? "Hey man! You made my day!... Again!" I think the RA is doing door checks to make sure they're locked.

All I know is you.

I could really go for that soup.. When I went shopping I was going to get it, but then I didn't. We went for things with meat in them instead, and chunky vegitables. Little did I know that my face would be pierced, and that I wouldn't be able to eat. So glory be! A day of anorexia! Well, not really. I've eaten ravioli (which hurt because of the tiny pieaces of meat in the sauce) and had a few... whatever the fuck these things are. They aren't meal substitutes, but they like... are... at the same time. Now that is some deep shit... for a drink anyways. K, well, this was a fun rant. Be sure to tune in next time for.. whatever the fuck I'm gonna talk about.

kthxbai