Take as many Skittles as you want...Now you have to tell everyone something about yourself for as many Skittles as you took. I spend the rest of the meeting giggling loudly, accidentally at inappropriate moments. Every time I make eye contact and talk about financial aid. Situational poverty! Ba-dum-pum-tsssss!
I return to my office with a stomachache and fumble around for the water bottle. Coming down off my sugar high; hit my head on the desk. Hard.
Funky, Funky
Look out for me, I am on the Warpath of Boredom. Rampant mediocrity (and a minor concussion) is forcing me into battle. Last two days spent almost entirely in pursuit of passion. Somebody, somewhere give me something to get excited about. I talk to a kid today who is so relentlessly positive, I almost follow her to her next class.
Living in a Dan Wilson Song
When my phone is on vibrate, the alarm seems somehow less threatening. Buzz, buzz, my friend. Time to wake up for that meeting you'd rather skip. What is threatening:
- small children with adult features,
- the name Brenda,
- working in a job funded by grant money,
- not working
- a Skittleless world
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