First World Problems
Music: MGMT – Kids
Two terrible things have just occurred:
1) I just found out that my college now delivers groceries to your dorm. That’s right, folks. I can order as much PB&J, rice cakes, ramen noodles, Cap’n Crunch, and Hershey’s chocolate as I want online and have it outside my door every Wednesday. I simultaneously cried and bounced around in jubilation when I heard this. I am concerned about the new form of laziness that will undoubtedly overtake me once I use this service, but how fucking amazing will it be to have a brown bag of groceries all for me when I come home from library at 2 am!?
2) Out of a need to milk as much time out of Mamajay as I can before I leave on Saturday I am going with her to the first football game of my high school on Friday. My first thought was my mom! Hot dogs! And two hours of boys crashing into each other! Sounds great! Unfortunately, I remembered too late that these games involve small talk with old teachers who I never really liked, awkwardly seeing someone from my graduating class and trying to avert eye-contact the whole time, and getting ketchup and mustard all over the front of my shirt which, yes, will happen no matter how carefully I eat the hotdog. What did I agree to! Ahh, hopefully if I wear a hat and leave right after halftime I can get through the night without feeling like an ass. But I never get that lucky.
After reading over this I can see that these things aren’t that bad…not as bad as the passport photo I took yesterday at CVS at least. I look like I’m trying really hard not to laugh, and so the giggle is building up inside my mouth and pushing against my cheeks. Actually, I just look like a slightly inebriated puffer fish. Go, me.
“not as bad as the passport photo I took yesterday at CVS at least. I look like I’m trying really hard not to laugh, and so the giggle is building up inside my mouth and pushing against my cheeks. Actually, I just look like a slightly inebriated puffer fish. Go, me.”
Lol! I hate taking pictures! I always, ALWAYS end up looking miserable, or end up in some weird angle that makes my face look all wrong. Or so I thought, until my driving instructor looked at my driving license photo and said that it looked like me. I took this as a compliment, until I remembered what the picture actually looked like… D:
And hot dogs are a menace! When I still lived in Brazil, we used to walk around a beach in the evenings and get hot dogs from this van, and they were wonderful, because there were so many extra things to put on top. And without failing, it would all rain down on the floor. The challenge was to try and dodge the mess, sort of jumping back so it wouldn’t fall on my clothes, doing a sort of weird dance so that it wouldn’t fall on my shoes, while trying desperately to look dignified. Good times! ;)
Gringa - you’ve been all over the place. I wish I could say “when I still lived in Brazil…”