Today was random. I woke up, only to be told that there was a snow day, so I promptly returned my head to its nook in my pillows for five or so more hours. I say "or so" lightly because I know what time I woke up, but I definitely didn't leave my bed for at least another hour after that. I looked out my window to confirm the fact that I would have to wait four more days to present my English final that I was ready to present on Wednesday and I headed downstairs to scrounge around for some eats. Two snow days in one week, a phenomenon previously unheard of in my years as a scholar. I personally wasn't partial to this day-off; at this rate I'll be graduating in August or September if Mother Nature keeps this stuff up. Usually a fan of the personal days, I had exhausted all my usual snow day activities the previous snow day. Stay in bed until midday- check. Drink copious amounts of hot chocolate- check. Catch up on all the shows I had missed in the days previous- check. Read a bit in my Bob Dylan autobiography- check. As you can see, this list is not lengthy by any means so I'm typically able to get through it with ease. It's also meant for once-in-a-while days, not twice-in-a-whiles. So I switched my cocoa to tea, watched an Andy Warhol documentary and cracked open the Bob Dylan. Thankfully, E called and so we headed out to cause our usual mayhem with our sidekick C. (Haha E, I hope you appreciate that!) After E threw a few temper tantrums while shoveling, the three of us made our way to IHOP where I had the worst chicken sandwich with a side of food poisoning (not really), E had a waffle and some deadly chocolate milk, and C scarfed down a meatlovers omelet. For some reason, our server brought out a plate of pancakes, even though none of us ordered any. Perhaps its complimentary? I have no idea, that particular outing was only the second time that I have been to IHOP. E and C were disappointed in that fact. Back to E's chocolate milk story. Sometimes when E gets tired she can't stop laughing. When you throw in a liquid, that's when the real party starts. Except not really. Typically what happens is E has a brush with death, and tonight was one of those typical times. Hours later, even after we had gone back to her house and were tucked in for bed she was still coughing. Just goes to show that when it comes to beverages, it's best not to inhale them.
"A smile is a curve that sets everything straight." - Phyllis Diller
live simply.
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