But at least I'm flying free
Lyrics taken from Wicked. Also, if you wanted to buy me tickets to see Wicked, that would be sweet.
The five best-kept secrets about Fresh Express at North Commons:
1) You can get cheese on your fries! And it’s delicious and you should all try it sometime.
2) If you don’t like the mac and cheese get a side of plain pasta and ask for the cheese on it.
3) You can get an extra piece of cheese on your hamburger. Don’t be afraid to ask.
4) If you get the pasta/grilled chicken entrée you should ask for a piece of provolone on it. It’s delicious.
5) I work Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings and Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, and I’m awesome. So you should come become my best friend or give me love on those days.
I don’t know what is more pathetic, the fact that North Commons is my point of reference when I’m trying to get anywhere on OSU’s campus, or the fact that I’ve eaten exclusively North Common’s food for the past four weeks.
I work at the Fresh Express in North Commons five out of the seven days of the week. One student in particular comes through the line at least four out of those five days. He gets fries in a box every single time. Apart from my boyfriend he is probably the only person I see that much during the week. So I feel like I know him. The other day I saw him off campus and I was unsure of whether or not it would be appropriate to wave or not. While I was awkwardly deciding he waved first.
I guess the point I’m trying to make is that I might work too much.
Oh did I mention that today is my 21st birthday? Because it is. Unfortunately I stayed up all night studying for an English exam I had at 7:30 this morning. Now I am sitting in Denny Hall un-showered with bloodshot eyes waiting for my 9:30 class to begin. Oh and I work. All day. I never thought turning 21 would be so much…fun.
I think after my first work shift I am going to go to Giant Eagle and buy a bottle of wine just so that I can show my ID to someone. I feel like that’s one of those cliche milestone markers you have to do on your 21st birthday.
I also think I might be delusional. I crammed so much poetry analysis into my brain in such a short time span and I haven’t slept in like 3489328490238490 hours. After work I am going to go home and sleep for years. And by years I mean a couple hours until I have to get up at 6:00AM for work. This weekend can not come soon enough.
For Halloween I’m going to dress my cat up as Luna from Sailor Moon. I need to find a crescent moon to glue to its forehead.
Me and my cat and my pumpkin:
