I am writing to you from my local Starbucks with a growling stomach, studying for my last midterm tomorrow morning. This is my first time in all of college I actually feel as though I fit the starving student stereotype. It is not that my parents won't give me money for food, they are generous. It is not that I am unable to go to the grocery store, I have a car filled with gas. The truth is that I have been busy. Too busy in fact to realize I was starving and then too busy to do something about it.
I had a lot of homework assigned over break. 6 papers, a test, and a group project to be exact. And I did exactly 0% of it. So now I am paying the price of my procrastination. Although, all I want in this world is a tub of peanut butter on toast, that would require me walking home, getting in my car, and driving to shop. I don't have the time! I don't even have the time to be writing this blog! So I'll make it quick.
As I sit here and feel my stomach attempt to digest non-existent food, for all that is in it is two shots of expresso and artificial sweetener (thank you for the giftcard mom!) I am too weak from starvation (or some wealthy white girl version of starvation) to make it home to make the trek to the grocery store. Plus there is the small detail that over break I may have spent most of my grocery money at Forever 21, which seemed like a good idea but unfortunately there is not a lot of nutritional value in faux fur.
So, I've been living off leftover thanksgiving pies, again thank you Mom, you always have my back. But apparently, a diet of butter and sugar with a chocolate drizzle doesn't count as a nutritional meal. Who knew? My childhood fantasy of dessert for every meal is not nearly as epic as I had imagined.
So I continue my studies, feeling the aches and pains of not eating.
