Snack Pack Delight

I cannot for the life of me understand why I do not move my scale away from the side of the door to my bathroom. I cannot tell you how many times I have woken up impaired in the middle of the night or drowsy in the morning and stubbed my toe. I cannot even explain to you how much that hurts my damn foot. I actually think I may have broken a toe once. And yeah, I do fall on the ground, cry a little bit, and curse the great heavens. Sue me.

My mom came into town last night. She's on this new diet kick. She gets upset when I say that I can't keep up with the new thing she's doing, but it's true. The tagline for everything is, "It's not a diet, it's a lifestyle change (also my mom's motto for everything)"....well no shit. First of all, let's get real...almost every diet has used this within the last two years. Second of all- yes- if you change your LIFESTYLE and make healthier decisions essentially you will shed the extra weight. I like beer. That's my downfall. However- while my mom was here she did purchase me some tasty 100 calorie snack pack delights. Let me tell you- they are indeed delightful. I just had a South Beach Living 100 cal pack of Double Chocolate Chunk cookies. Six cookies were in said bag, six. They were the size of quarters (to be fair maybe a little more)...I ate them before my browser came up. Now- right or wrong- cookies- no cookies. I am trying to eat every couple of hours to keep my metabolism up. Either way- the delight lasted less than 3 seconds. Okay, maybe a little longer- maybe my computer is slow.

Not sure if you are aware of this, yes, I am talking to you, but there are little buttons on the bottom that you can check to say how you feel about my blogs. You can also comment. Now- I'm just saying- I put them there because I don't want to be the creeper blogger that keeps on a-bloggin with no one reading. So please, I know you read my blog- I have had 3 separate conversations about it today- just check it. Check the one that describes the blog. Let's test my true inspirational self (I'm screwed).

So- At this point in my college career- I think I've pretty much established who I am. Maybe you don't know every personal detail about me but to be honest there's not much to tell- unless a bottle of wine, some type of patio furniture, and pajamas are involved. So I don't really care when I say- Don't be a dick. Today for instance, I was at my internship. The foundation staff raised over 76,000 dollars in student scholarship funds through campus fund drive (where all employees donate)...they were at around 80% giving rate- holy crap you say- Anyways there are these group of kids there. My nice- sweet-polite advisor says, "hey yall, not rushing yall out but we are having an event here in ...." anyways super nice way of telling them to leave in about 30 minutes from the table. The kid says, "I'll leave if you give me a piece of cake." REALLY?

He then proceeds to talk about how them raising money is not useful to him so he doesn't care. Enraged because I met so many people it HAS helped- I wanted to say something- instead- in fear of getting a bad report I just stared at him with my mouth open because I didn't know what to do. He then asks me for a balloon- I had blown up one that was literally deflating already and I handed it to him. He tied it on his ear. I don't ever know when it has been a cool thing to tie a balloon on one's ear. I even googled it...nothing came up except for the word "uncool."

Oh by the way- we had two carts full of stuff for this celebration- and we go to the elevator- which is permanently stuck open- it doesn't work- so we have to walk all the way uphill around the entire building and through a ramp to get there- luckily we didn't drop any cakes.

Finally- remmeber that invitation- I have to revise it ....AGAIN.


I <3 Wednesdays!