Holy Lemonade.

Yesterday I went to a restaurant called BJ's. (I have no clue what it stands for, but I'm pretty sure it's not what you're thinking). Anyways, the server came over and it was time to order beverages. Shannon ordered first and said, "Water." I had to order next and found myself in quite a predicament, because everyone knows that once one person orders water, the rest of the table has to, or else they will suffer a slight guilt for ordering something else. Most of the time it's because you're cheap (like me) or don't want to feel like a fat-ass. Either way, I felt inclined to say "water" just as Shannon did, as if I was supposed to, in order to be polite or something. So I gave in; I ordered water, even though I had my eye on the strawberry lemonade. I regretted my decision immediately, but hey, I was saving a few bucks. Lame right? I was sitting there in my watery shame, as my friends ordered fantastic things like Root Beer and Pepsi. I blew it. (Lol, BJ's joke). Anyways, just as the server was about to leave the table, I gathered up some courage and asked for the strawberry lemonade. I gotta say, it was probably one of the best decisions of my life because when it came to the table and I tasted its syrupy sweetness, I was in heaven. Without a doubt, it was the best lemonade I will ever have in my life. The others at the table tasted and agreed, it was amazing.

Notebooks

It's fun to look back at my notebook at all the notes I've taken over the quarter. Like Shannon said, it always starts off good; my notebook looks like it belongs to the best student in the world the first couple weeks. I have multi-colors, neat writing and even notes from reading the book chapters. But by the end it is a sad story. Some lectures would be missing. Some would have two bullets. I stopped reading and taking notes from the book. But one thing is for sure: my pages progressively become more messy and abundant with random things that are of no educational value whatsoever. My favorite is to look back on lectures that had sloppy, kindergarten handwriting because I had fallen asleep and my hand was too weak to write after I woke up. Good times.

Dicky V

Will Dick Vitale please shut the hell up. Seriously, he's so old we should be calling him a diaper dandy.

Mustache Girl

Asha and I rode the bus to chemistry this morning at 7:00 am (gross I know). Anyways, we were groggily sitting next to each other near the back door, trying to wake up. Mind you, there were PLENTY of open seats scattered about the bus. At one stop, "mustache girl" gets on (this girl in our bio discussion who's Asian and has a mustache and is very annoying and awkward). Instead of finding a seat like a normal human being, mustache girl decides to stand right by Asha and I, not because she wanted to talk to us, but for some reason unbeknownst to us. She just stood there the entire ride (with open seats everywhere), and at one point decided to apply some weird prescribed facial cream to her face; maybe it was mustache wax.

Bus Seating Chart

I've noticed something interesting on the bus, which can also be seen in the classroom or anywhere where people are forced to sit down in a large area of seats. I've noticed that people seem to refrain from sitting next to each other unless they are forced to by a lack of available spaces. While sitting on the bus, I watched as people filed in and took seats one-by-one, but were careful to not sit right next to another person (they would sit at least one seat apart). It's as if it would be awkward if someone decided to sit next to someone else while other seats were available. Girls would especially think a guy was hitting on them or being creepy. Friendliness is out-dated I suppose. It was not until all of the extra spaces were filled did somebody decide to sit next to me. I thought it was interesting, or maybe I just smelled bad or something.

Candy Corn

It's Halloween time, and that means its time to break out the candy corn. Yay candy corn. Seriously though, I get tired of eating it after 3 of them or so. It's almost like I forget that I don't really like them. I would like to know when the last time candy corn was manufactured though, because it could have been made in the stone age and still taste the same. There isn't really an expiration date, so how do you know when it's bad? I think the flavor they make it in is called: Stale. Because other than that, it just tastes like sugar.