Tuesday was pretty much the most non-note-worthy day ever. Basically, the only interesting parts included food.
I ate a large breakfast in hopes of staying full for more than an hour.
|Oatmeal with sliced banana and vanilla protein shake.|
I got to Biff’s, and realized that the weather would be reminiscent of last Thursday. In my inner debate about whether or not to go to class, I calculated the detriment another absence would be to my grade. Can I just tell you how often I do this? I have figured out how to calculate how little I can do and still pass a class. In doing so, I usually waste more time than it would take me to write the paper or sit in the class… which I usually end up doing anyway. I suppose the fact that I am even contemplating barely skimming by makes me feel like a big bad rebellious senior.
Good Ashley won the argument and I waltzed my little self to class, in the miserable rain. Boo. I sat through that, and one other boring academic session, and then headed back to Biff’s for lunch.
There, I ate another gigantic meal to curb my insatiable appetite while watching old episodes of Sex and the City. Priceless.
|Cottage cheese with chick peas, cumin, and chili powder and raw peppers and rots.|
|GF chewy bar. Not too shabby.|
As my third class was quickly approaching, I found myself deliberating the importance of class attendance. Again, my good side triumphed. Considering the trouble I usually have in resisting my own personal arguments, good Ashley’s second victory was a big deal. I reluctantly made my way to yet another pointless discussion sesh.
Now, I’m home. Thank God. Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother getting out of bed for all of that nonsense. I have a bad feeling about the fate of my upcoming attendance record. Besides, food from home eaten at home is so much better than food from home eaten on the road.
|Roasted chicken and roasted veggies.|
Especially if that road leads to school.