I Would Love to Eat Everything in Sight Right Now

Panera sounds so deliciously good right now I don't even know what to do with myself. And the fact that I have to walk right by it upon the hour of 1:00 on my jaunt home is really just not ideal in the least. Exhibit A: I just drooled merely from typing about it. This is a problem. It also doesn't help that I am bombarded with Panera Propaganda in my e-mail on a weekly basis ever since I joined the MyPanera Club to get free stuff.

Also, my fair Qdoba Card is still M.I.A. I have no idea where it decided to go, but it wasn't very nice that it was misplaced when I was ONE entree away from the free one. Granted, I've secured a new one in the time the original has been missing, but it's just not the same. Sigh.

Everything sounds good right now. For eating purposes at least. Good thing I have some Carlyle leftovers in the fridge, but they're not really at the top of my preferred list. I suppose that just COMPLETELY contradicted the whole 'everything sounds good right now' statement. But really, I'll just be happy once I can sit and eat. And eat and eat and eat. Alll the livelong day. Or just for a quality sixty minutes.

In other realms of life, I've not observed anymore bare bottomed views out of any windows. I've had one strange conversation from the driver's seat of the Loser Cruiser with a man sitting at The Four Leaf Clover Restaurant at the corner of Liberty and Fourth. It's a shame I can't quite dredge up the memory of what exactly went down...but believe me, it was strange.

Just received a UM Alert Text about an armed robbery at a bank. So I'm going to go ahead and avoid that area for the day. What is happening to Ann Arbor?!

OH AND OH MY GOSH HOW COULD I FORGET. Brojah finally popped the question...and I'm finally going to have a sister that kinda looks like me! She's short and has brown hair, so I'm pleased. I'm actually quite impressed that we're able to find someone that wants to join this family...we're borderline insane on a daily basis...and extremely loud at all times. I feel as if it is sensory overload on occasion in dealing with the Gregorka Zoo...

A Scarring Study Experience

It has been an excessively long time since I've written anything pertaining to my life on here. But, something worth noting came up and I can't help but share it with the two people that still read this.

The Scene:

It's Sunday night, RKM and I head to the Union at the crack of 11:15 p.m. in hopes of accomplishing some sort of productivity instead of sitting around procrastinating like professionals. We set up camp at a table near the windows, but not too far from the food court. I head out to drop important documents at the APO office and then take a pit stop at Subway on the way back to purchase a sub in order to eat my feelings.

As we delve into the world of studiousness, the whole paying attention to what's going on around us falls to the wayside. But then, RKM looks up around 12:50 a.m. and notices that there is someone upchucking in the flower bushes outside the window. It takes me a second to adjust my vision from the reflection of Mrs. Fields in the window to see the master cookie tosser about three feet away. Naturally, laughter ensued.

It gets worse. Before we know it, Idiot #2 is unbuttoning his pants. Dear lord, what is about to happen. Well, what does happen is that he drops trow, SPREADS his cheeks, and smashes his rear end against the window...with a bit of smearing action. In the meantime, #1 is still barfing a bit and Idiot #3 is working on not drawing any further attention by banging on the window and creating a complete and total ruckus. Naturally, all of them are yelling as well because why not?

After that, we surrendered. There was not an ounce of studying that was going to happen after having that horrific image burned into our brains. Herman and Chomskey's propaganda model was going to have to wait until Monday...