Everything I Own Smells Like Chicken

It's true. Because yesterday, my chicken and rice soup from our grab-and-go dining hall lunches decided to leak ALL OVER my bag. The bag? Washable. My document readers, notebooks, binders, and syllabi? Not so much. Nothing was irreparably damaged, but it ALL SMELLS LIKE SOUP. I was doing work in the study lounge last night, and I think I freaked people out when I randomly started giggling after opening my Global Studies document reader. Every time I turn a page, I get a nose-full.  It's lovely. 

Oh and then, today? The italian dressing from my salad decided to leak all in my paper bag. Papers were spared this time but I totally gagged after trying to eat my chocolate chip cookie. 

It was totally nasty. 

I'm in a pretty good mood today because the sun has mercifully returned, and I owned the discussion in my short story class today. If it's depressing and disturbing, I can analyze it for hours. Therefore, Ralph Ellison was just my cup of tea. 

I still don't have an assignment for The Ithacan this weekend, because crew has yet to have a meet.  So, this is my last weekend of relaxation before all hell breaks loose. It's likely that next weekend I will have a deadline, a Global studies paper to write, a regatta to attend, a Life to Relay for all night, and a journalism research paper to interview for. 

But hey, that's college, right?

Oh.

Did I mention I joined another club?

I joined Active Minds, a club dedicated toward removing the stigma from mental illness.  It's something I'm really excited about and a couple of my friends are also members. 

I obviously have a problem, though, and it's called, "I want to do everything-itis."