No, seriously. I eat breakfast this morning in the cafeteria—lovely lovely pancakes, eggs and milk but NO SAUSAGE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ó_ò—and all of a sudden I notice the right side of my nose feels sticky. How....
Anyway. Tasty breakfast was followed by Differential Equations, where I learned that the homework I thought was due today is due on Wednesday, which means I taught myself the entire lecture last night, so I dozed through the class after looking back over order reduction methods from the previous section (which I missed due to preparations for a concert that got CANCELED), then observed through my Circuits lecture and wondered mightily why people couldn't decide to try experimenting with known formulaii to come up with the equations the professor was using (it's basic algebra it's not that hard you should have passed Cal 3 by now come ON PEOPLE),...
...and then I 76-Trombones'd my Mechanics professor. It was awesome. Half the class was almost incapable of taking notes.
And then (AND DEN) in trombone choir we ended with donuts.
So speaking of food, dinner yesterday was unbelievable.
Because I have no money, I eat at the school cafeteria and as such don't really expect fine dining every day. And most of the time this is justified; Friday's dinner was so poor that I was literally losing my appetite standing in line—and not because the food out was weird-lookin' or anything. Mostly just because whoever had cooked the food had either stuck it in storage for a week before serving it or hadn't bothered to care for it in the process, and the entire selection was badly-done one way or another.
I get into the cafeteria yesterday and the cashier/card-scanner missus says "We've got a really good meal for you guys today," and she never says anything about the food so already my hopes are up. I get to the line (I always check the line first because I hate eating pizza and hamburgers day after day) and am greeted with steamed broccoli, something that turned out to be spinach ravioli, and au gratin potatoes, and I kind of "meh" and am about to move on when I actually look into the last tray.
In my defense, the last tray is usually tofu-related. Not this time.
Steak.
Black-pepper-seasoned, peppers-/tomatoes-/red-onions-garnished, strip-cut medium rare steak.
I stared for a couple of seconds, then grabbed four slabs and a third of a plate of potatoes, which turned out to be not dry at all for once.
And I ate the entire plate. (Except the plate itself. Come on now.)
Between the six of us at the table, we must have devoured two-thirds of the steak tray and half of the potatoes. Most of us had seconds, one guy had thirds. And then we went browsing and noticed that on top of the dessert section were sitting about three dozen little cheesecake cubes, which upon inspection came in chocolate and plain and a delicious raspberry-cream-cheese-with-white-chocolate-chip-mush topping thing on which I immediately pounced.
AND THEN.
We made rootbeer floats in something like 32oz plastic cups.
For this campus, it was a freaking feast. I had lots of happy.
