Day 2, 1:59pm

Happiness is no longer bestowed upon me. The sole of my favorite boots decided to just rip off as I was walking in this stupid sleet/snow. So, already halfway to work, I had the pleasure of turning around and walking back to my dorm so that I could change into my only other "nice boots," which I must add, do NOT match my outfit. Upon arriving to my dorm I had the pleasure of dumping the water out of my shoes and changing out of my sopping wet socks. I left almost as quickly as I arrived. After ten minutes of waiting for the campus shuttle, I decided to call--learning that another bus wouldn't be arriving for another ten minutes, followed by another in thirty. You could have just killed me at that point, and it wouldn't have made my day any worse. As I arrived to work--dripping wet, hair and makeup ruined--I took a deep breath and within a second, no feeling in my body could have been any worse than the hunger I felt in my stomach. So I grabbed all of my supplies, and took them to the back room, where to my surprise, I found this nice little stash of snacks of which we've NEVER had before. Might I add, they're all my favorites (besides the pretzels, I hate pretzels). So here I am, finished with my lemonade, stomach still growling, with all my favorite foods calling to me from the back. Kill me. Please Just kill me now.

A detail I haven't yet added, is the fact that I am doing this with my best friend. I promise you, I wouldn't have lasted half of a day if she wasn't enduring this misery alongside me. She feels good. Sweet. But hey, at least she's holding me accountable, because without her, I'd be curled into a ball in the back room with all of these snacks secure in my arms--messy face, sticky fingers, and all. But I can do this. Right?

I have this theory that I'm conjuring in my head, and I'm starting to realize that all of my problems have escalated from minimal, to life altering in these last two days. I have a habit of making most of my issues seem far worse than they truly are. It's an honest talent of mine--and I'll tell you, this cleanse is helping me master my art. I now can complain about anything and everything more and more with the valid excuse: I HAVEN'T EATEN IN TWO DAYS! And as the days go on, it becomes an excuse of greater and greater value. At the end of these ten days, I will be crazy. I promise you that by April 27th, you'll be able to look into Webster's Dictionary and next to the word "crazy" will be JASMINE MOORE.

I have another theory, which is proving more to be fact. Now that I don't have to make time for eating and working out, I have far more time for activities. After finishing my classes at 10, instead of sleeping and waking up only to eat lunch and rush to get ready for work at 1, I got to take my time and get lots of stuff done--everything besides homework, that is. I, oddly, wasnt tired and decided to take advantage of the extra time I had to myself. I took an extremely hot, long shower--deep conditioned my hair, shaved my legs, exfoliated; the works! I then, cleaned my room (in my towel, might I add). I vaccumed, wiped everything down, and I even put away clean laundry from last week, the greatest feat of all. I got to take my time getting ready, and I was happy as a clam; that is until I stepped outside, where this entire post started. Nonetheless, I can no longer sit here and stare at this picture of food, so I am going to attempt to get some work done, as if I actually did anything here at all. Sayonara, my loves. Less than nine days to go.