Jueves.

I finally broke down and decided to go to the doctor today. Since I’m a college student I just headed on over to the student health center. They didn’t have any available appointments so I had to be what they call a “work-in” where I had to wait for the next available spot to open up.

Cut to two hours later where I’m sitting and waiting for my prescription to be filled.

This guy with Buddy Holly glasses and cream-colored linen pants walks up to the counter:

“Hi, I’m here to pick up the free tissues, lip balm, and condoms!” he says all excitedly. (Now if that ain’t a free item trifecta I don’t know what is)

“Oh, I’m sorry. We only allow one free item per day,” the lady behind the counter says.

A bit disappointed, but still excited nonetheless, he fills out his request sheet and gets back in line.

Good ol’ Buddy-Ro left with either tissues, lip balm, or condoms.

…I left with an inhaler and some Alavert.

Happy Thursday, y’all.

Questioning My Sanity

I’m taking a Philosophy of Psychology class. I like to lovingly call it Daydreaming 101.

The main question we seek to answer in this class is, “What is the relationship between the mind and the body?” The main question I seek to answer is, “How much longer til I can blow this pizza stand and get some lunch?”

My professor is a British woman who refers to a cabinet as a cupboard and (I say this as nicely as possible) would be a primo candidate for What Not to Wear. I spend the majority of class picturing how much better she would look if she wore something besides long black (and sometimes brown) sweaters. I also find myself wondering how she wears sweaters when it is hot as Hades outside.

The other day I decided to take some notes. I ain’t wastin my parent’s monies, ya’ll.

Honestly, I have no clue as to what we were talking about here. All I know is that animals have different brains than we do, but we both think and feel in similar ways or something. 

At the time these were written I must have been craving something sweet like a cupcake (with a cherry on top?) or some ice cream in a waffle cone. (In case you can’t read the kitty cat’s thought bubble, it says “My brain is not like your brain.”)

I am a crazy person.