Basic publicity, folks: if you’re going to have a canned food drive, people should probably know about it ahead of time, because I don’t know about you, but I’m not usually lugging cans of beans in my backpack when I’m biking to school. Thus, it really confused me when I came down to the South Mall on my way to an Arabic test on Wednesday, still basking in the election afterglow, and happened upon a bunch of people yelling at me to donate food. I mean, had I known about it, I would have brought something.
So, moral of the story: I like this girl’s banana costume, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that I simply didn’t have food to donate. Wrong place, wrong time, and all that.
I spent Friday night watching my friends make a movie in the art building and trying to read for my thesis.
Then I fell asleep on the green velvet couch in one of the studios and decided it was time to go home. I biked up the big hill from San Jacinto to Duval and 32nd in the cold and when I got home I thought I was having an asthma attack. Physical fitness: should be more of a priority.