Since I was the last person to leave my dorm Wednesday morning, I can officially say that everybody was eager and excited to head home for Thanksgiving. Why did I wait so long to go home, you ask? Well, I just knew that if I left, my roommate Alexis and I would not have had the creative lyrical breakthrough that we did Wednesday night as we rewrote some Taylor Swift lyrics and serenaded our RA. And that would have been a shame. (Video proof coming soon, get excited.)
So Wednesday night I frolicked around my house with my brother and my pug, happy as a little Connecticutian clam. Not too eventful.
Thursday marked the end of my three-month vegetarian venture. Have you ever read Skinny Bitch? Well don’t. Not if you love the crisp and smokey taste of bacon in the morning. Or the warm sensation of grilled chicken to accompany cold, crunchy lettuce in your salads. Or the occasional turkey sandwich when all of West Campus dining hall seems redundant and tasteless. It was a good read (if you’re prone to Victoria Beckham-related complexes like I am) and educated me a lot about animal product nutrition (or lack thereof) and animal cruelty (SO SAD).