I Couldn't Resist

Keep wearin that purple, bb.

So, I was sixteen when my Hirsch mania began. Gross.

Eat Fresh

So, anyone who knows me well could tell you all about my hatred for institutions of education. Jr. High was awkward and....awkward. High School made me want to die about half the time, and I'm not sure I have any feeling either way about college. Anywhoooo....after finishing another dreadfully droll 75 minutes in Philosophy 170, which I believe should be retitled Why the Hell Do I Give an Ish? 170, I was ridiculously tired and, more importantly, unbelievably starving. So I wandered over to Subway. I ordered some awkward combination of chicken and pretend bacon with the ever important fatty ingredient ranch. The smell itself was enough to satisfy my hunger, but when I took the first bite. lakjdflafljadlfjalds. GENIUS. Do you ever feel like you're having the worst day ever? Today wasn't really one of those days, but if it had been WHOA NOW!! Imagine what I could have done!! That sub was like a frikkin rebirth. Ahahahaha. Sad. I'm rambling now. I just really wanted to blog about my delicious Subway lunch.

-AR ooooo that's legit. bahaha.