Churros.

Today, it was sunny again. There was some snow this weekend, so I don't hate seeing the sun return. After my morning class and some errands around town, I grabbed my book (we're making progress, slowly but surely!) and headed out to the lawn once more. There was an undeniable tang of churros in the air, but it had no traceable source. All right, let's talk about this. A churro is one of the finer things in life, and I don't care who you are or what your dietary restrictions may be. Make room for a churro. Its golden, crispy goodness will inevitably get sugar EVERYWHERE, and you won't even care. You might even wish for a beach of the cinnamon sugary mess, just so you could lay there forrrrever. But seriously. Stuff is GOOD. So, I'm mentally just gorging myself on churros, and logically asking myself, Sweet mercy, where? Where can I find one? 

Then I remember that the mail has probably come. Maybe someone considerate mailed me a churro. So I pick up my blanket, throw it over my shoulder like some kind of weapon, and I head on over to the mailbox. Well, to get to the mailbox at my complex, you have to pass the sand volleyball court. There were a bunch of lads playing, with their trunks riding low and rolled up on their thighs, which is not too unusual. What was unusual about this group was that they seemed to stop their play to oggle passersby. Both male and female. I just want to be clear - I know I only blog about bad experiences... hahaha, but a lot of times, people are really nice! Just, sometimes... Weird occurances occur. So they're like, "HEY!" So I wave, and hurry on to the mailboxes. I'm worried now, because I'm losing the scent of churro. Well, then one of them says, "Dude. Look at that butt, that's like. You could set a milkshake on that." All right. I have no idea if you meant me, or some other unfortunate soul... but couple points here:

A) Unoriginal. Clearly you've been listening to a lot of Diddy and you think the words to U & DAT can be your new anthem. Nope. "Set a cup on dat booty" will never be appropriate speak. Sorry.

B) If you meant a man.... then, k. This just got really funny. I would have laughed really hard. But based on the fact that there were girls walking past... CLARIFY so that it can be funny and not...

C) ...Creepy. Uncomfortable. Objectifying. AND WORST OF ALL...

D) ...Momentarily distracting from my mental meadow of churros, growing like wildflowers. Just buy me a churro!!!

But really. Does anyone want to go get churros? Because I came inside after a long bout of laying out and reading and trying over and over again to decide if that comment was funny and directed at a fellow male or offensive and directed at a female... And had a can of green beans. And as much as I do love green beans, mama still wants a churro. 

Also, how did I heat my green beans? Not over the stove, like anyone with any kind of class, would've. Nope, I poured them right out into a bowl and put them in the microwave. As I did so, I looked at the bottom of the bowl. It said, NOT MICROWAVE SAFE. I was like, Eh. Let's let the microwave be the judge of that. 

Also, all this talk of churros has inspired me. I may very well make it my employee flavor of the month at work, if I can figure out how to accurately create it. Oh. Yes! I am employed. I work at an ice cream shop, where we let customers create their own ice cream. We then freeze it with liquid nitrogen right before their eyes! I never expected to love working there as much as I do, but I am kind of hardcore in love with it. I will need to find a second job, but it's nice to have one that is a little piece of happiness. It's not doing anything great for my figure for swimsuit season... but it is making me very happy.

Mmm. Now someone motivate me to run again. I haven't been for like a month, since my wisdom teeth. First it was doctor's orders. Now it's just laziness and saddlebags around these parts. Is it normal that my mouth still hurts?? Also, what are some other good foods you'd like to see translated into ice cream flavors?

Food is good. But so is exercise... so I should probably go look into that, if I want to keep living in a world where eating all your Easter candy in about two days is reasonably okay.