A Snail Can Sleep for 3 Years

Good day to those of you with access to the world wide web,

Well, here is your second consecutive day of blogging! Yes, my Nobel Peace Prize is on its way. Don't worry. The last blog was WAY too exhausting. It made me realize my life is too eventful to try to cram three days worth of it in one blog.

So...I woke up this morning feeling like Richard Simmons (I usually feel like P Diddy on Tuesdays.) My boyfriend let out the longest, most vibratious (I'm sending that word to Webster. I think it should be on page 567 of the dictionary) fart I have ever heard. He would be so angry if he knew I typed that, so I'm going to post it before he gets back :) We do what every other individual present at Bluffton University who isn't still stuck in a drunken stupor does on a Saturday morning at 11:30 a.m. We went to Marbeck. Dining at it's finest. I had my normal hummus, cheese, and lettuce sandwich, apple, golden grahams, and a delicious oatmeal raisin cookie. Colin had what appeared to be eggs, but may have been attic insulation. Anyways, the more important part of this story. Colin looks at me and says, "I had a dream last night that my phone doubled as a grilled cheese maker." After I stopped drooling at the thought of eating a warm grilled cheese sandwich, I had this beautiful epiphany. But then I forgot it because I remembered I needed coffee. The important part of that story was that my boyfriend does not have dreams about me....but he has dreams about grilled cheese. Should I be worried?

After lunch, I went on a homework binge. It was successful, but my legs felt like running. So I forced my poor boyfriend to workout with me...like usual. I ran my 4 miles and realized I was hungrier than a fat camper who just had his hidden trunk raided by the counselors. And I got my second epiphany of the day..and I REMEMBERED IT TOO!! I wanted to make PIZZA! Colin and I then took Abraham to Findlay to pick up some supplies. Colin made a chicken alfredo pizza, and I had a delicious, heavenly, leave your significant other to live the rest of your life in a closet with an endless supply of this food, vegetarian hummus pizza. This piece of culinary Eden was a crust with tomato basil hummus on it. Then, I covered it with mozzarella cheese and onions. My hands smell like onions, and my farts smell like sulfur, but O MY GOODNESS it was more than worth it.

Then we walked to the dollar store. Colin saw a flower; I looked over and saw a squirrel. I thought the squirrel was a flower. It wasn't.

Now, I depart to watch Harry Potter on a Saturday night. Things get crazy here in Bluffton.

Keep Letting It Be,
Em