I am developing a debilitating addiction to full-fat ranch dressing.
I have to wear a skirt for flamenco. A. skirt. Do you know the last time I wore a skirt? Hint: IT WAS IN SPAIN. And now I will be wearing two skirts a week. Stupid.
However, the upside is that, for Monday and Wednesday classes, I have to walk a grand total of 100 feet from dorm-> class -> lunch -> class -> dorm. I can be a fat American Extraordinaire! w00t!
Hall meeting time to go. Bye!