Well, it's cold. And snowing now. Get it, DC!
I didn't end up going to sleep last night until really late - so, I slept in 'til 3. :)
I got up for brunch, of course, and watched church at 12...sort of. I kept falling asleep. Oops. Then I slept until 3.
I got up (slowly), got dressed (slowly), and got a call from Nom. She just got back from Mexico last night. We talked as I walked to the Capitol South Metro Station and apparently all but two of her "patients" had massive build up. It saddens me that so many people (I don't care what country they're from) aren't educated when it comes to oral hygiene. You've got to brush, people! And floss! I know I'm a bit spoiled when it comes to this kind of thing considering Nom has been a dental hygienist as long as I've been alive, but still! I'm not hating - I understand that if it's never been a priority in your culture then of course you'd have no reason to even consider it. But all that junk all on your teeth? Yech.
I stood outside of the metro station for a good while so we could finish our phone conversation, so when I finally got down and was waiting for my train, I realized I had about 30 minutes to get to CVS before their pharmacy closed.
It's the last weekend that they're doing construction on the lines - but this seemed to be the worst weekend yet. I'm assuming we were riding on a single rail, because the car kept rocking back and forth the whole time, and when people would get on/off, the car would rock. I started to get nauseous about four stops into the ride - which is highly unusual for me. By the time I finally got to Clarendon, I had a raging headache.
I got to CVS with five minutes to spare, and decided to get some mini popcorn bags and a small bag of pistachios. I also stopped by a pizza place (I think it's called 'The Bronx' or 'Bronx Pizza'), and got a slice of pepperoni. As I walked back to the station, I realized I had two missed calls from Gabby. I texted her, because I was going down into the metro station - turn out she wanted to have dinner. She said she was going to get a pizza too, so we agreed to meet in the dining hall when I got back.
I'm glad I grabbed the pistachios - I had to start eating them on the train because I got my nauseous headache almost as soon as we pulled out of the station. Eating helped, but it was still awful.
When I got back up top at Capitol South, it was started to drizzle. I barely got half a block before it turned into a flurry. I dropped something out of the pouch in my hoodie (my hands were full with a way too big pizza box, and my scarf, and my purse, etc.), and a man that was walking by actually stopped, came back, and picked it up for me! Turns out every now and then, there really are people that have manners. Thank goodness.
I laughed as I walked by The Library of Congress because they had the fountain out front running - and it's snowing. I know DC is getting ready for the blooming of the cherry blossoms - which is a HUGE deal here, but c'mon. Seriously?! Goobers.
Turned out Gabby had too much work, so about an hour or so after I ate my pizza (which was cold by the time I got home), I went down to the dining hall and popped one of my mini bags of popcorn. It took multiple times to get it to all pop which was good, because that dang counter was a HORRENDOUS MESS.
These girls are DISGUSTING. How do you drop your dinner all over the counter and NOT clean it up?! How can you spill coffee, or cherry Crystal Light, or hot chocolate, and NOT wipe it up?! So while waiting on my popcorn, I wiped as much of it up as I could. I refilled the coffee/coffee filter basket (because whoever used the last ones didn't think it important to refill the basket), and BURNT my dang popcorn. The bag wouldn't stop smoking. I could still hear it sizzling as I took it upstairs. A girl walked in to use the microwave as I was messing with it - I looked at her, held up my bag, and said, "Now that I've finished stinking it up (the microwave), it's all yours!"
I pulled out the big burnt pieces and ate the rest. I don't mind Freda-popcorn. That's a reference to my grandmother - she singes EVERYTHING, so we call singed/burned food "Freda food".
Now it's Sex and the City and sleepy times!
*Until Next Time!*
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