....neither have I.
But an innovative group of Freshmen introduced this to me and my neighbor a couple months back as we were selling ice skating and Rock N Runway tickets.
What was presented before me, coupled by the smell, could only be described in one word, putrid.
No offense, but the concoctions of the cafetorium aren't exactly the healthiest of foods. What ever happened to that healthy foods initiative anyhow? I see kids around campus walking around with a bottle of coke and a bag of donuts, just enticing diabetes to come and take refuge into their bodies. But that's besides the point.
I woke up this morning at 8:06 a.m.
The condensation of the luke cold morning air was running rampant through the Hills, and I was still at home. Sitting. Walking. Waiting. In my house for 9:10 a.m. to come.
This may seem like any other Thursday to the average joe. Get up. Go to school or work. All the while waiting for Friday to come.
But for me, this Thursday was different.
No, it's not because it's the day after UCLA admissions came out (which I still haven't checked).
and no, it's not because I'm dreading the chemistry class I will have on Friday.
This Thursday was different because it marked the beginning of one of the greatest events known to man.
This Thursday marks the beginning of 3 weeks of nonstop glued to the TV action that has no comparison.
This Thursday, at 9:10 a.m., marks the beginning of me not contacting anyone but my closest friends and of course family while soaking up all the basketball goodness I can.
This Thursday marks the start of March Madness.
The only time of year where sitting at home for 12 hours straight is permitted just because you want to see that #16 seed upset the #1 seed.
It's the only time of year where you wake up, turn on the tv, eat breakfast while getting dressed, turn off the tv, rush to your car and get to school as fast as possible so you can find your favorite teacher's classroom, plop onto the couch and catch the game you had put off just to get to school.
Yes, yes. I can proudly say that this may be my 4th and last March Madness that I fully cover and root for the Pacific 10. After this, I'll either pledge my allegiance to the Wildcats of Arizona of the Tigers of the Pacific and I will be so consumed with finals to actually care. Why do I even care in the first place? Just the mere thrill alone should be enough, but as I flirt with graduation, I realize that all of this now is fickle and I won't even remember it in a couple months. So with that, I will soak in every last bit of this last possible March Madness that I can. As this marks me moving on to big and better things in a sense, like everything else that's occured this year. It's a maturation process that everyone goes through at one point in their life. Whether it be through a silly Basketball tournement that occurs every year, or anything else that's spontaneous in life.
Prior to this year, if anyone asked me if I thought watching basketball all day is rediculous, I would simply respond to them, "no."
But this year, I'll gladly contradict myself.
As I've realized that the only thing more mad than March Madness is the sight of Hot Cheetos slathered with nacho cheese.
thank you to jenPHO for the inspiration.
so until next time.
take care.
HAPPY 18th to my most favoritest neighbor in the world. love ya justine!!!
hope you have the most wonderfullest day.
and for you. a flower. from my home's garden. i took it today.
bye!
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