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Its been some time since exciting adventures had happened in my life- I mean obviously things are always interesting but sometimes Weeds take priority over everything (blogging, school, exercise- whatever it happens). So I will catch you all up..

Subway Bitch-
Every day there are two men that sit on the corner of Washington and Clinton and always hold signs up that say "Anything will help". I was feeling extra happy and helpful so I asked our chef if he would have extra dinners I could take to them. RJ, being the sweet soul he is, took control of my mission to cure homeless hunger and packed them both dinners (napkins and forks included). I walked the mile down to the corner and of course one of them wasn't there. Alright coolio, this lucky dude gets two dinners (pulled pork is the shit too). As i was crossing the street I ran into my friend and had to chat for a little bit and catch up on her life.. literally 1.5 minutes of a meet and greet. Well, within that 1.5 minutes some sassy bitch waltzed up and handed the guy a sub and a drink from subway. Obviously subway> pulled pork. So then I awkwardly, handed him the sandwiches and received  a pitty thank you. I can't even make a homeless man smile. Dammit my life.


Studying- sucks
My life- is a joke
Molly's cupcakes- are the shit
Water- is good for you
I hate- the solar system
The gym- is for smoothies
Overall- Smile at at everyone, you never know the inner battles they are fighting off.


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