Gods of ice cream, why do you tempt me?

Ok, you can assume that this will have something to with ice cream and you wouldn’t be that far off. You see, this really cool shop opened in my little corner of the world and they sell the most amazing ice cream ever(it almost rivals the one I ate in enormous quantities in Croatia) so of course, now I have 2 boxes of the stuff in my fridge. Actually I had to boxes because I kinda ate a whole one by myself, it’s just so good. I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t. I actually paused the movie to return it to its rightful place (and no, I am not conspicuously calling it the movie to deny the fact that I am watching Gilmore Girls for the billionth time). So, as I was saying, I paused the movie three times to go to the kitchen and put the box back in the fridge but every single bloody time I stopped to take just one more bite and after 30 seconds of standing next to the light switch I’d just decide that meh, more ice cream never killed anyone. And so I ate a full box of ice cream. I’m denying all responsibility for this and instead, like any normal person would do, I’m blaming it on the gods of ice cream, those fickle friends who must hate me or something. At least it wasn’t a really big box.

And, ah, I also noticed I like the same type of ice cream Dean likes: chocolate with something green on top: either mint or pistachio. And the green must be on top, I’d explain but then you’d think I’m crazy or something.

I just wrote a blog entry about me eating a full box of ice cream. Life is really boring and there must be something about “the movie” that makes me chatty. Huh, imagine that.

Can I write this off as a reward for getting halfway thru the first module in Chemistry?