Have you ever found yourself saying these magical words?
Yesterday I was hopelessly searching for a place to park on campus. Unbeknownst to Al Gore, the reason why there's this mondo hole in the o-zone layer is 'cause BYU students emit enormous amounts of toxic emissions during our daily search for parking.
This was a particularly bad day, which I found peculiar seeing as how it was a Friday. Lots of students avoid Friday classes, and because of that it's usually the easiest day to find parking. Imagine my surprise when, alas, my trusty 400 East lot was completely full. And the one on 300 East! Between those two lots, I can almost always find a parking spot. But not today.
I ended up having to park all the way down at the PROVO CITY LIBRARY. 600 South?? Are you kidding me?? As if that wasn't bad enough, the class I had to get to was in the JKB!!!!! Canada is closer than the JKB.
I turned off the engine and began to cry.
I'm not kidding. No really, I'm not. While this is more-than-slightly embarrassing, I blame it on the emotional instability I was suffering from at the moment: I had not gotten enough sleep the night before and was STARVING because of a two-week Ramadan fast I was doing for my world religions class. Eating from sunrise to sunset wasn't allowed, and sunset was a bleak ten hours away...
"Screw this, I'm going to TJ Maxx."
The thought came to my mind like a heavenly message. I looked around, expecting to see my great-great-great grandmother dressed in white, declaring these glad tidings.
Nope. I had thought it myself. The little red devil on my left shoulder was tempting me to skip out on class and give in to my carnal desires.
Could I really do it? Could I, Kristi Boyce, *gulp* DITCH class for retail therapy?
This moral dilemma lasted all of two seconds. Before I knew it I was in the TJ Maxx parking lot at 9:15am waiting for the doors to open at 9:30.
What's better, I wasn't the only person waiting there.
Ninety minutes and $50 later, I was healed. I think most women out there (or at least the other three who were out waiting in the parking lot with me) will admit that TJ Maxx has some serious homeopathic abilities. Acupuncture? Seaweed wraps? Massages? Forget those. Gimme a gift card.
I went on to have a fabulous rest of the day, even if I totally did cheat on Ramadan (the first and only day I've done so!). Jena brought HOMEMADE OREOS to work. Talk about temptation! I have some serious willpower, but a girl's only human y'know. I devoured four of those suckers.
Yesterday I was hopelessly searching for a place to park on campus. Unbeknownst to Al Gore, the reason why there's this mondo hole in the o-zone layer is 'cause BYU students emit enormous amounts of toxic emissions during our daily search for parking.
This was a particularly bad day, which I found peculiar seeing as how it was a Friday. Lots of students avoid Friday classes, and because of that it's usually the easiest day to find parking. Imagine my surprise when, alas, my trusty 400 East lot was completely full. And the one on 300 East! Between those two lots, I can almost always find a parking spot. But not today.
I ended up having to park all the way down at the PROVO CITY LIBRARY. 600 South?? Are you kidding me?? As if that wasn't bad enough, the class I had to get to was in the JKB!!!!! Canada is closer than the JKB.
I turned off the engine and began to cry.
I'm not kidding. No really, I'm not. While this is more-than-slightly embarrassing, I blame it on the emotional instability I was suffering from at the moment: I had not gotten enough sleep the night before and was STARVING because of a two-week Ramadan fast I was doing for my world religions class. Eating from sunrise to sunset wasn't allowed, and sunset was a bleak ten hours away...
"Screw this, I'm going to TJ Maxx."
The thought came to my mind like a heavenly message. I looked around, expecting to see my great-great-great grandmother dressed in white, declaring these glad tidings.
Nope. I had thought it myself. The little red devil on my left shoulder was tempting me to skip out on class and give in to my carnal desires.
Could I really do it? Could I, Kristi Boyce, *gulp* DITCH class for retail therapy?
This moral dilemma lasted all of two seconds. Before I knew it I was in the TJ Maxx parking lot at 9:15am waiting for the doors to open at 9:30.
What's better, I wasn't the only person waiting there.
Ninety minutes and $50 later, I was healed. I think most women out there (or at least the other three who were out waiting in the parking lot with me) will admit that TJ Maxx has some serious homeopathic abilities. Acupuncture? Seaweed wraps? Massages? Forget those. Gimme a gift card.
I went on to have a fabulous rest of the day, even if I totally did cheat on Ramadan (the first and only day I've done so!). Jena brought HOMEMADE OREOS to work. Talk about temptation! I have some serious willpower, but a girl's only human y'know. I devoured four of those suckers.
My love.
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