A few morning's ago, I had a Baskin Robbins kid's cone. Flavor: Rocky Road.

That's right, I said mornings.

While I am not blameless in this event, I have a much bigger fish to fry that I cast the fault of my 11a chocolate joy to:

FINALS
I.
Hate.
Finals.

Now, granted, I am a liberal arts major(s), so much of my finals are papers. Papers papers papers papers.

So after pulling my second all-nighter this month, I emailed my professor my paper, slept for about two hours, and then had to go to class again. As I crossed the UV, I saw Baskin Robbins. I realized that I had not eaten in 12+ hours, I could use a sugar boost, and that, at that moment, I desperately needed chocolate. Without thought, I made a beeline to B.Robbins, and next thing I new I had my lips wrapped around a scoop of chocolate heaven.

Am I the only one whose eating habits go to hell and a hand basket come this time? Now, I'm no personal trainer, but I'm pretty good at going to the gym/dancing 2-3 times a week, and sticking to my healthy-eating-small-meals-every-4-hours thing. Yet, now that finals have hit, I will often skip breakfast and lunch, and eat chips or peanut butter for dinner. Then I may munch on the Oreos my roomie so lovingly left out (enabler!).

Anyway, it's 4/20, and I just wanted to babble a smidge. Have a good one.