The dining hall is a useful place on campus.
But what goes on after the doors lock at night?
I'm not even going to touch that, but the title sounds cool.
Anyway, as the title suggests, I made a discovery about some pre-packaged foods.
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I got a sealed bowl of EasyMac from the on-campus convenience store. On my way back to the dorm, I noticed a strange sound, a kind of plastic-y percussive sound. I looked down and realized that I had been tapping the top of the EasyMac for the past few seconds. As I moved the bowl so as to stop myself from hitting it, I heard the noodles inside shift. I felt my eyes light up: I held the bowl up by the rim (to get a better angle and not disrupt the vibrations), and hit the top membrane. It sounded...like a really bad snare drum. It was kind of really cool at the time...
The other part of the title alludes to this morning. When I got breakfast from the DC (I use Dining Hall and DC interchangeably), I got an Odwalla juice. It was good... After my meal, I went around the back of the DC to get to my building. In the loading bay was a big truck. A big Naked Juice truck. I was horrified. Was LMU cheating on Odwalla with Naked?
Oh, lordy, the phrasing is just too hard to write with... I'll probably check which juice they have tomorrow. If I remember. Eh.
The other part of the title alludes to this morning. When I got breakfast from the DC (I use Dining Hall and DC interchangeably), I got an Odwalla juice. It was good... After my meal, I went around the back of the DC to get to my building. In the loading bay was a big truck. A big Naked Juice truck. I was horrified. Was LMU cheating on Odwalla with Naked?
Oh, lordy, the phrasing is just too hard to write with... I'll probably check which juice they have tomorrow. If I remember. Eh.
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