Sugar meltdown

Today, I woke up way before my alarm clock went off (at 11 a.m. with a note to myself that I had to get to school before 2 p.m. because FREE PIZZA). Now that I've started a new and more miserable life with healthy food and exercise, I usually get up in the morning, grab some greek yoghurt with granola and watch some TV.  Maybe I woke up today and knew that I was going to break my new healthy routine of basically just eating things I think I would be served if I actually did go into military service, as the only reason I woke up today was literally to go get pizza. Because when I got up I had this crazy craving for sugar. More specifically, I craved for skolebrød.


Skolebrød is a delicious desert that only old people have for breakfast.  So I put on my tennis shoes and ran down to the grocery store and grabbed one while I kept telling my self that I'm like Manny from "Modern Family" - an ancient soul trapped in a young body. When I came back to my apartment, I decided to eat half of it. Spoiler: that didn't work out well, because before even thinking twice, I consumed the second half. To top it all off, I found a chocolate in my frigde. Ate 100 grams of that as well (just pretend that you understand the metric system, I have no intention of translating. I hope Mrs. Stark doesn't read this, but culinary arts was my biggest blow off class as I never learned the American measure system. So... I basically just ate the food).

You could say that I reached a milestone in this meltdown project. Also, you can just choose to swap the word "sugar" with "meth". So yeah, I had a lot of meth this morning, and that all without being bored or stressed out, which is when I usually crack and eat a lot of... meth.

Also, my friend gave me a new tote last week. It's black, and it reads: "BROKE IS THE NEW BLACK". "Great!", I thought. Maybe junkies and gypsies now finally stop asking me for money, now that I'm making it official that I am a student, and well, broke most of the time. But then I started noticing that I sometimes received some strange looks while carrying the bag. Then I realized that if you twist and turn and bend the message on the bag, it could be attributed as slightly racist.

GREAT. But, being racist unintentionally is apparently a talent of mine:

Explanation for those who might read this blog and doesn't know the story behind this picture: this was from a friend of mine's birthday party. Theme: ghosts. Her parents figured this was the best way to conform the eight year olds into ghosts.