MadelineAwesome

i have noticed that sometimes when d00ds use the bathroom on my all-girls floor, they leave that seat up. that is NOT okay. i decided to take some action. i wanted a stern message with an angry black man pictured. so i googled “angry black man” and appropriately enough, the Unforgivable guy was a top hit. so i went with that theme. and here is the result.

this is how all three(3) of the stalls look now.

and if your old eyes still can’t read that shiz:

and just for kicks: here is a cool picture and a picture of the urinals that boys are NOT allowed to use on my floor. I dont want to walk in there to see yalls member out yo pants.

so plz. put the seats down. i dont want to touch them. ick.

pizza and i have an awkward relationship. I didn’t like pizza until like 7th grade which really put me in an odd situation at most birthday parties, class parties, group project gatherings and really it ruined my life every day. But eventually i got into it. But only if it was plain cheese pizza. and if it had too much sauce, i’d peel off the cheese, wipe off some sauce and stick the cheese back on. And as a chicagoan, i committed blasphemy everytime the cheesey, saucey carb entered my mouth–i ate thin crust exclusively. Around junior year i decided to give spinach deep dish a try and OMG I FELL IN LUFF. srsly. luff it. but i still pretty much stuck with my classic cheese thin crust. ENTER COLLEGE. I don’t know how it happened, but someone persuaded me that i had to eat the sausage and mushroom at motherbears, the most happening pizza place in all of Bloomington. Whatever, i’m new, trying to make friends, i obliged. AND OMG I WAS ALSO IN LOVE WITH IT.  so my favorite thing in the world now is Mother Bears with sausage and mushroom. I don’t know if chicago people know about this, but outside of chicago, sausage is different. its not like the chunky shit we’re used to–its like ground beef. and its GLORIOUS. omg i love it.

but anyways. the other night, as you may have read in this post, adam and i ordered a pizza, not motherbears(4th in the nation yall)  because they were closed. but yeah. that pizza with love. but we ordered it and ate most of it. but there were two slices left. and the next day, i was hungry. so i did somethind i’d never done before—I ATE COLD PIZZA WTF?

here is the documentation of me eating cold pizza for the first time.

oh no guys! i think i’m busy on the 23th.

Last night Adam and I ordered a pizza online. We picked our toppings–mushroom and chicken, our side–breadsticks (cheese sticks cost more and are gross.) and then the online order form had a blank box for “special instructions”.

Our special instructions were something along the lines of the following:

“please make our pizza with love. and by love i mean as much love as is humanly possible. Also please include a pinch of good luck and stardust. Does this order include a unicorn?”

When we recieved our pizza, the box looked like this:

so yah. successful.

Once upon a time, a few weeks ago, a friend’s mother asked me this: “Madeline, how cold does it have to get before you wear socks?” Well Jesse’s mom…today, today I have an answer.

the answer is it has to be 3 degrees but fee like -13 degrees. Because today, for the first time since social norms in korea forced me to, i am wearing socks. It was really a walk of shame, all 4 feet of it, from my desk to my underwear drawer–which houses my 2 pairs of socks. I almost didnt know how to put them on. my shoes felt tight and uncomfortable. But i’m wearing them. But when this weather subsides i will go back to my glorious ways of foot freedom.

eating beef jerky is kind of like being the kid who thinks that body worlds is an all you can eat buffet.