“Bah-da-dum-dah –duh….I’m lovin it!!”

I'm driving and all of a sudden it hits me...I'm hungry and I might just die if I don't get a chance to eat within the next 5-10 minutes. Frantically, I search high and low for something that can never do me wrong...something that’s internationally known…something that could bring tears of happiness to my eyes. My desire was simple: McDonald’s french-fries. That’s right, french-fries. I wasn’t asking for much, just a large, piping hot, delicately salted, perfect amount of crunchiness container of fries.

Nearly causing an accident, I zoom into the drive-thru. “Welcome to McDonalds! What can I get you today?” She had so much promise in her voice…I could tell that she thoroughly enjoyed her job and I just knew that she was relishing this very moment. I responded, rather simply: “Could I please have a large fry?” “Is that all?” She responded… “Yes ma’am!” I peeled around the corner awaiting my delectable fries.

“Bah-da-dum-dah –duh….I’m lovin it!!” I couldn’t help but hum the jingle. My simple request was about to be fulfilled :) What more could a hungry woman ask for?? I arrived to the window with a smile on my face. All of a sudden, Big Bertha with a uni-brow and an unattractive snarl to match lazily shuffled to the window and with disgust demanded that I pull forward. “Your fries aren’t ready yet.” She told me with a blank expression. “No problem!” I responded, “You have an amazing day.” I showed her a toothy smile and pulled forward as she requested.

Five minutes went by and although I was a little anxious (and REALLY hungry at this point), I patiently hummed the McDonald’s theme song and thought about how hot my fries would be. It would be well worth the wait.

Ten minutes later, Big Bertha threw open the side doors and lethargically waddled to my car. After what seemed like an hour, I reached for my bag of greatness and thanked her for her time. Leaving the McDonald’s, I stuck my hand in the bag and decided to munch on my purchase. I plopped a couple of fries into my mouth and began to chew…I attempted to swallow but my body would not allow me to.

My eyes swelled up with tears and my body tensed with hatred as I realized that the fry utopia I had imagined had dwindled away and reality finally hit. After waiting for 10 MINUTES for my fries…I had received the coldest fries known to man. And they smelled weird? Why in the world did they smell that way???!!?? How dare they…it had to have been Big Bertha. I’m SO SORRY that you are bitter about your job but you have no right to take it out on me and my taste buds. I cringed at the thought of eating another fry…simultaneously my body begged for nourishment. I was livid. I began to sweat profusely …I was angry.

After plotting the slashing of tires and the possible blowing up of that McDonald’s…I decided to just let it go…what was I going to do? Take them back and throw the fries in Big Bertha’s face? Of course not haha….maybe next time…

Maybe I should just stick to salads…could they possibly mess that up.,..???

Put Your Hand Down!

Look! I'm all for valuable input during a class discussion! I love it! If we're talking about something specific and you happen to have a specific example that relates...by all means...raise your hand and boldly speak about your opinions. However, when Buck Tooth Barry wants to rudely interject every single chance he gets just so that he can announce to everyone that his 4.0 GPA is a perfect example of how the migration patterns of birds effect the eating habits of carnivoral creatures...NO! Put your chunky hand down and stop trying to use this opportunity to tell everyone how "smart" you are. Your comments are irrelevant.

In my class, there is a guy that is a perfect example of someone I would not mind punching in the throat. I'm not a violent person by nature but angry thoughts pollute my mind whenever he opens his mouth. Guess what? No one cares that when you were five your grandmother gave you grape jelly and you broke out into hives? What does this have to do with Organizational Behavior? He enjoys the sound of his voice and its to the point where everyone sighs in disgust whenever he raises his hand to answer a question. To add fuel to this flame...he has a sick, lazy eye. haha Yes, I realize that the last bit of info was not pertinent to the point of this rant but it just does not help the situation! haha (just kidding)

BUT, this is exactly what I wish my teacher would do:

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-UW8MZ4ObGJM/teacher_slaps_annoying_student/

So its been awhile :I May Be A Struggling Hoarder

I realize that I haven't written on this thing in 20 billion years...but hey! Life happens-senior year of college to be exact! Last semester, my classes were so intense! I thought during senior year you were suppose to coast until the end? haha I suppose that assumption is completely wrong! I still managed to do well and I am still breathing :)

NOW its my last semester...final stretch, and I'm ready to hit the ground running. I want to do so much in what feels like barely any time. We'll see how it goes and I'll keep everyone posted. To start my semester off, I organized and CLEANED my room. I'm talking taking everything out of my closet, throwing it on my messy bed and sorting everything by figuring out whether or not to keep or give away.

Now I don't think I have a problem...some may say that I do...but I have a problem with giving stuff away. If someone gave me a gift for Christmas and the gift was in a cute gift bag, I feel like I should keep it (who likes buying new gift bags), oversized t-shirts that I've received (they make nice sleeping wear), pens that never seem to work (it never gets old walking over to my pen container and grabbing a pen that doesn't work and NEVER will)...all of these things remain in my room stored in boxes and drawers until I finally use/throw them away. Now before you start judging me...I don't keep old remnants of crackers scattered on my floor or empty containers of Lean Cuisine!!!

I'm not as bad as this video though... haha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3akft5wENjw

Luckily Regi, my boyfriend, helped me out!! I was so happy. Over the years I have noticed that the state of my room reflects the current state of my mind!!!! CRAZY!! haha just kidding :) Luckily, I started my last semester fresh by cleaning up EVERYTHING and giving away/throwing away all the things I don't use anymore. I feel like a new woman *sigh*.

OooOOo look... a fluffy stuff animal from 12 years ago..I haven't seen that in ages...I should put that on my desk....

HAHA...never AGAIN!