So a few things.
The first being that yesterday when we were in the uni. shop, Lindsay pointed at a bin full of highlighters. It was buy one get one free yellow and green highlighters, bundled together as a set if, and only if, you're a DUSA member. (I like to think you're buying the yellow and getting the green free because highlighting in green seems more important than yellow. Seriously. Try both ways and you'll quickly realize, the green is darker and therefore more official, or more important...or maybe it's just more dark, but the point is, it is MORE). Anyway Lindsay pointed at it and said "What a great deal" and I said "Yea" because that's exactly what I thought when I used that deal and got some highlighters earlier this semester. Then today I was walking through campus and noticed this giant sign that says "Highlighters, buy one get one FREE!" In multi-colored writing and a big arrow pointing up to the shop and one guy read the sign and then started following the arrow!
And then I started laughing. Because I realized how INCREDIBLY silly it all was that I bought the highlighters and was happy with my "great find" and Lindsay took the time to point out what a "great deal" it was and then this guy, follows an neon orange arrow because of the prospect that he might get a free highlighter with the purchase of one boring yellow one.
Not to mention that's the best deal they could offer on their sign.
Second thing is that I miss mac and cheese. Like a blue box blues box of mac and cheese. I mean, I could buy it. They have Kraft here (somewhere I've seen it once) but it's approximately an arm and a leg ($6, I have discount arms) and that's just silly. So I kinda got it in my head when I found that out that I wouldn't have the blue box till I came home and so even though it could be MAILED to me or something like that I don't want it to be.
I just want to go H-O-M-E and have some mac and cheese.
It's funny because I don't even like CHEESE really. I prefer a plain hamburger to a cheeseburger (and chicken over burgers really) and when I order pizza, I am most satisfied if the delivery boy screwed it up and let the cheese slide to one side so that I can have a mainly saucy pizza (Not to be confused with a impudent or sexually suggestive pizza...just tomato-y).
But I love mac and cheese.
I mean, I miss mac almost as much as I miss my dog. Which a good deal. Not as in a "great find" good deal. As in a grand amount.
