German Chocolate Cake Pants

I've recently decided that I should try to communicate my thoughts throughout and about a day into some type of journal/diary. I actually don't know if there is any real difference between a journal and a diary. The distinguishing aspect that I can see is the speaker's or in this sense the writer's sensitivity of his manliness. Anyhow, instead of scribbling some thoughts down in a notebook that I will eventually throw out I decided that I would offer my thoughts to my supposed readers. So, this has been my disclaimer.

I woke up rather late this morning. Mostly because I am insane and procrastinated on going to bed until 2 am when I woke up at 6 am that mourning. Definitely not the smartest thing I've ever done. I hit the snooze button three times this morning. I didn't know the snooze button existed until I got to college. I doubt that I've used the snooze button more than fifteen times in my lifetime. If my estimation is correct, a fifth of my snooze button career took place this morning. That's not a good way to start a day.

I went to my guitar lesson, which is my first "class" of the day. I then skipped my second and final class of the day, which is another guitar class. I believe this decision was actually made during my restless snooze button period. After my guitar lesson, I got gas and treated myself to some Sheetz donuts. Sheetz donuts allow me to continue having hope that one can find and eat both delicious and cheap food. I guess this is more of a possibility than I might imagine but I have a irrational fear of getting food poisoning. I say irrational because I have never had food poisoning and I only know two people who have ever gotten food poisoning.

I will spare you the details of the rest of my afternoon and evening. None of it was productive. In fact, I would say I was quite selfish today, mostly with my time and energy.

In other news, our refrigerator is broken. This marks the second time this semester that this has happen. This means it is also the second time that we have had to clean out our refrigerator. I don't think I will ever get to the point where I don't despise cleaning out the fridge. Elias tried to call our property manager but never got a response. This is a trend that is continuing from last time. I wish I actually had enough groceries in the fridge to be mad that I had to throw them away but I don't. That would be a good point for an argument with our property manager. Oh well.

That's pretty much it. I don't know when the last time I ate was. I should go take care of that. Farewell.