senor rico

i went to campus without any money this morning, and so, all i fantasized about all day long was some of senor rico's rice pudding, a delicious treat i discovered at cvs a long time ago, and i practically ran out to the store this afternoon, after i'd showered and done my laundry (two very, very important hygiene concerns i'd had for a while). i was so excited for rico. so excited. classically, there was zero rice pudding to be found. i was way disappointed, and ended up buying a shitload of other terrible foods to help me through finals week.

i've had a pretty insane week, but will not discuss it because it's hugely not worth it, but let's suffice to say that the craziness has forced me to eat a lukewarm tapioca snack pack, even though it's produced by conagra foods, which i've been trying to silently boycott for five years, since i read "fast food nation." i need to sooth my soul, and this crap is the closest thing to rice pudding i could find at the drugstore. have i mentioned that i'm disgusting? do i need to?

today, we distributed the squirrel for the last time this year, and i was approached by a really interesting character with an accent who commented on the fact that my black bra was hanging out of my red shirt (i'd left the house this morning pretending that maybe no one would notice), and who asked me if i like "the pick up," which joel and i interpreted, after this guy asked me what kind of girlfriend i'd be, to mean, "do you like getting hit on by total strangers who use really vague, round-about ways of expressing interest, and who enjoy the occasional berating of those who very nicely decline your offer for 'pick ups'?" it's a shame that he did, in fact, end up calling me "strange" and walking away shaking his head like i was some alien creature for not taking him very seriously. if he hadn't gotten frustrated with me so quickly, i would have been able to tell him that yes, i do indeed like getting hit on by total strangers who blah blah blah, and i would have asked, can i please blog about you? as it is, now i have to do it without his permission. sad.