Spandex, College Fairs, and Egg Flavored Grapes

Because I have one of the nicest mothers in the history of nice mothers, my mom brings me breakfast every morning when I'm getting ready, and it's usually attuned to my taste. Once in awhile however, a glass of skim milk slips in there. If I don't drink milk in the first place [milk is for cereal and baby cows! Unless it's chocolate....], why would I drink skim by itself? Sure, it stays colder longer, but that's why it's the perfect mate for cold cereals, hence the cold in cold cereal. This morning, I got one of my favorite hot cereals ever [wheat berries], a hard egg, grapes, and yogurt. I was ecstatic. Breakfast is 33.33% my favorite meal of the day. The wheat berries were awesome, as was the yogurt. The egg was a little leaky, and affected the flavor of the grapes, due to them sharing a plate. I won't say that egg flavored grapes are my favorite.
Today we as juniors and seniors of our high school were given the two hour opportunity to visit the annual college fair, to decide if and where we want to attend. I'll just start by saying that the colleges I plan on attending weren't even represented. Great. That leaves me with one hour and 55 minutes to do nothing but walk around to colleges that I'm not even interested in. Luckily, I found some good friends of mine, and we high-tailed it out of the seemingly penitentiary grove centre, and down to the middle of Boise. There's not much open in Boise before 11:00 a.m., and because of this, we had limited lunch possibilities. Happily, we found an Italian bread/sammich shop open, which had amazing sammiches, and cookies. While in our discussions there, a gentleman who was seated at the table next to ours was shocked to hear that one of my friends' birthday was the same day as his. This most definitely opened up some friendly conversation, and I learned that he will be 36 this Saturday. Seriously? He looked like he was 25 or less. Too bad he was too old for me. He was way cute. Finally, we determined that we should meander back to the rest of our group, we made it barely in enough time to catch the bus taking us back to our school.
That was exciting. What's more exciting, but really sad at the same time, is that I've begun to feel pretty in my nasty, grungy gym clothes. Yes. I know. It's disgusting. I know that. But there's just something appealing about seeing myself in a t-shirt and short[ish] shorts, with no curves to speak of. Don't ask me why, I wouldn't even be able to think of a rational explanation as to why. Anywho, I should probably attend to my mounds of homework that are waiting to assassinate me. Cheers!