It's been a pretty bleak weekend for trash-finding. In fact, I found nothing at all. I know what's going through your mind right now-- "She's the trash digging queen, how can she not find anything?!" Or maybe, "Man, she's really been off her game..." And to those comments, I say: never give up! Did Lloyd give up on Diane in the quintessential 80's movie "Say Anything" when she starts to doubt their relationship?! No! He stood outside her window with a fucking BOOM BOX. Did Sonya Thomas (winner of the 2009 women's hotdog eating world championship) stop at 15 hotdogs because she was full?! No! She ate fucking FORTY-ONE. Judy Pugh lost one of her cats in a tornado and never gave up searching for it-- what happened?! It fucking SHOWED UP.
So what have we learned here? Keep looking in the trash. Sometimes people actually end up eating what they buy, hence leaving a trash deficiency and yes, it sucks having to actually use your meal plan 100% of the time, but you've gotta suck it up and keep on keepin' on and writing run-on sentences. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be trash. (Annie reference, anyone? Gahhd, someone come slap some of the lameness out of me).
(In case you were wondering about the miraculous cat recovery...)
So, instead of snacks from the garbage, we ate snacks from my fridge. And that was pretty much just as good. As you can tell from this wonderfully attractive photo of myself below, we made ants on a log. And hey, it tastes pretty much the same in college as it did in preschool-- wonderful with a hint of nostalgia. Except this time we used craisins because raisins are for sissies.
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