In the past week, I have ate an entire jar of peanut butter by itself. Not on crackers, not on bread. No, just straight peanut butter, like licking peanut butter off a knife...
I have realized that peanut butter has become a meal. This past week, meals were rare. I'm officially tired of campus food, so peanut butter has been my go-to.
Thursday: didn't get to eat lunch until 4:30, therefore didn't want dinner until about 10... so I ate peanut butter out of the jar.
Friday: I knew I was going out to dinner with Emily, and I knew I would order a lot at Layne's so I didn't want a lot for lunch.... so I ate peanut butter out of the jar.
Saturday (GAME DAY): Had a burrito for lunch around 10:30 before going on a 2 hour quest to find Sandy. When the game was over we were starving, and Emily and Emily wanted to go to a family's friends house that was having tamales. Since I don't like tamales, I had dinner on the drive... so I ate peanut butter out of the jar.
Sunday: Had pasta for lunch which resulted in me puking my guts up about 20 minutes afterwards... snacked on crackers, grapes, and cheese while I spent 10 hours trying to teach myself calculus (the joy of having a professor that doesn't speak English very well!). Finally accepted my 93 on homework since I couldn't figure out the last stupid problem, and realized everything was already closed for dinner. So what am I having? Oh yeah... peanut butter out of the jar.
My goal tomorrow: NOT having peanut butter for dinner! And thankfully that should happen since I'm going home and we are having STEAKS. Praise the Lord for Thanksgiving BREAK!
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