Coffee and Walmart Excursions. Life is Good.

So, all in all, today has been more exciting than others. The second the manfriend and I got to the college, we were dragged off for a Subway run. Now, the Subway we go to is in the Mall literally right in the backyard of the Community College I attend, so we just walk. Since it was before 11:00 AM, and my friends had coupons for free coffees with breakfast sandwiches, I, being the only coffee drinker in the group, seriously struck lucky.

Since there's a “one coupon per purchase” rule, I took one coupon, Pikachu took another, and the manfriend took the third one. We bought our breakfast sandwiches, me: a sub, muffin and three coffees richer, practically jitterbugging in all of my excitement and my friends cracking jokes the whole walk back.

By the time we got back to the school, it was time to go to class. I didn't even bother putting my things down, just sauntered up to the room, cradling my coffees and swinging the sub bag with the muffin container tucked inside by my pinky. Needless to say, the looks I got from my acting class as I strolled in grinning like the Cheshire Cat on ecstasy were only the beginning.

See, my friend Mager and I found a recipe for these cupcakes that one can make using our favorite brand of beer, Guinness, and have made it a goal to make said cupcakes and feast on them merrily. He had the Guinness, and I had everything else, with the exception of a few ingredients.

This meant one thing for my group: Walmart Trip.

Now, this may not seem terribly exciting to anyone else, but for us, a trip to Walmart is pretty much the equivalent of a parent taking their child to Disney World and then giving them free reign to do whatever they want. My friends and I are a rambunctious group of individuals anyway, but if you take us to Walmart with no adult or responsible peer to babysit us, and we completely lose our shit.

In other words, we are every Walmart employee's worst nightmare.

Twenty minutes later, we were still roaming the aisles, playing Marco Polo and having a good old fashioned scavenger hunt for the things that we needed. Old ladies doing their grocery shopping stopped and stared, children stood up from their places in the bottom of the carts and peered on in fascination while their mothers shoved them away from us a little faster after we let out loud strings of curses for one offense or another.

It was mayhem.
And it was insanely fun.

As we hunted around the refrigerated aisles looking for sour cream, Mager constantly grabbed random things:

“This it?”

“No, Mager. That's cheese.”

“This it?”

“No, that's Vince's arm.”

“How about this?”

“No. That's-” I cut off in mid-sentence, mouth already filling with saliva at the label. “How much does that cost?”

“$4.23, why?”

“... Give it here.” When he handed it over to me, I thrust it into the air. “FUCK YES, CHEESECAKE FILLING!”

Without a second though, I crammed it into the inside of my elbow, placing it comfortably between the confectionery sugar and Cocoa. Aside from my hair dye, it was literally the most expensive thing I've bought today. We cashed out and made our way back to the car, blasting Mindless Self Indulgence's “Get it Up” and peeled out of the parking lot back to the college.

While not being incredibly exciting, it was still damn fun. Hopefully I'll have more to write about tomorrow, but I doubt it, seeing as how most of that time is going to be spent doing my Problem Solving homework for the 6:30-9:15 PM class I've got tomorrow night.

I know, I know, I should probably look at it before the day off and it's insanely stupid to do it that way. But god, I've got so much other crap to do, the last thing I want to really think about is math.

Anyway, I'm turning in for the night.

Until tomorrow!