Buttmuffins, buttbeans, and buttchins

Our dorms have "White Glove" Saturday morning, which is where they make sure your apartment is not just clean, but SPOTLESS, before checkout. I decided to get started today so I don't have to waste my Friday night cleaning to death. I'm cleaning the bathroom, which isn't just sweeping the floor and washing the mirrors, but scrubbing out the grime from between each tile, scouring the toilet with a pumice stone, and licking the floors clean. Okay, you don't really have to lick the floors. But it is a lot of cleaning. So I think I started around 12, and cleaned until 2:40. And...I'm crazy.....but I enjoyed it. Once I get into cleaning, I like it. 

I'm in class right now. My teacher's hilarious. But I feel like the stupidest one in there. I think I'm the only one who isn't good at this stuff. I like the class anyway. But the work kills me.

My food supply is low. I thought I bought enough last time I went to supply meself for these last two weeks. Apparently not. I've got Marshmallow Mateys (malt-o-meal rules!) but no more soymilk; I've got a can of tuna; some bread; some PB; some preserves; a box of stuffing...that's about it. So I've been eating this grainy wanna-be fudge that my roomie made. Heh heh....pampered Cali girl can't cook. But it tastes good. Then again, so does anything made of sugar, butter, cocoa powder, and milk. Props to her for trying to make candy, though; that's like, the hardest thing to do. (See, I can be kind and positive if I want to be...)

I feel pretty today. <3