Lazy

With the sun shining and the number of people in on campus dwindling, an aura of laziness has settled over the city. Some exemplars:

1) Because I had plans to capitalize on the magical Kohl's gift card, I drove to my group meeting on Wednesday. Though a lot of students had already vacated campus for summer, the nearest parking spot was still a ten-minute walk north of the library. It was a sunny, breezy day, so I didn't mind. I got out of my car near a bus stop, where a girl in athletic clothes was waiting. I continued walking past the Sell-Your-Book-mobiles and grand Greek houses, soaking up the sun. Five minutes later a bus pulled up in front of me, and the girl with the athletic clothes I saw up the street got off and sauntered across the road towards the Student Recreation Center for a workout.

2) I arrived for my internship at 9am on Thursday morning. The DLP office is on the fifth floor of the library, and I'd had to sprint to the bus a half hour before, so I enjoyed the luxury of the elevator. One pinged open and I stepped in. I pressed the button for "5". The elevator doors stay open for a while on the ground floor to give people a chance to board, so I waited. A girl in what looked like the clothes she slept in dashed in. She pressed "2". The elevator did not move immediately, so she jammed the "Close Door" button repeatedly while students entered the stairwell five steps across the hall and arrived at her floor before the elevator even started to move.

3) This morning Sweetie and I woke up at 11:00 am. We actually woke up several hours before that, but didn't feel like getting out of bed. But come 11, our stomachs decided we couldn't just lie around daydreaming all day. I did not feel like cooking. And it was too far to drive anywhere.


Hot dogs aren't a strange breakfast food--they're just like eating sausage and toast for breakfast! Yes... Besides, my side was healthy. I had the first good batch of grapes of the year.


Fruit is a perfectly acceptable breakfast food. Downright sophisticated, actually. Especially in a three-year-old Pizza Express cup.

Though I can't say anything for Sweetie's Cool Ranch Doritos.


This is not my sweetie. This is Selena Gomez, who popped up surprisingly often in a Google Image search for "Cool Ranch Doritos." This is the person whose body I wished I could inhabit, until this happened:


Ewwwgetoffgetoffgetoff! I don't want it if a tweeny-bopper's hands are all over it! Besides, he's a minor and she's not and, given those making-out-in-bathing-suits pics, I'm pretty sure they've broken the law.