Foodie

"Something must be wrong with me," my friend told me around a week ago when I was having dinner her, "when I'm not eating, all I think about is eating and when I'm eating, all I think about is what other people are eating. Basically, all I think about is eating. All. The. Time."

Seriously, I think the vast majority of college kids follow the same strain of thought, as lofty as we like to believe ourselves to be. I laughed at her at the time, but I was humbled last Sunday when our hall finally discovered the phone number to the Chinese restaurant that delivered (we're freshmen, as in, no cars). We all went crazy with the ordering, I personally came away with three-four dishes. It was ridiculous. After ordering, the first thing I did was various members of my family to tell them the news, "We got Chinese food. I'm so happy. I could die." My fairytale ended the next day however, when I ended up going to the Caf during its downtime and ended up having to subsist on a bagel and Rice Krispie treats. Ah... back to dreaming about food...