Breakups are the worst. The crying, the heartbreak, the exchanging of sweatshirts and toothbrushes left behind in the aftermath.With the memories of your happier times as a couple burned into your brain, it is amazing that we continue to survive our breakups.Then you realize that once again, you are single: numero uno, riding solo, drumming to the beats of your one-man band.
In one of those happy and idyllic moments that can be tainted by neither time nor maturity, I remember her soft, heather-gray fur brushing against me as a gentle purr emitted from her throat. Her paws began doing what I like to call “num nums,” her toes flexing in and out to the beat of her soothing purring.
You read the advice from a fitness magazine and it recommends you to consume a small meal the size of your palm every two hours in order to boost your metabolism, regardless if you are hungry or not. Then the next Yahoo health article that pops up on your news feed tells you to eat your meals at a set time each day.
Every once in awhile, I develop a craving for steak and beer that can only be satisfied by a trip to the butcher and the liquor store. Being the considerate roommate that I am, my steak days tend to become steak days for the rest of my housemates. Normally, my bouts of carnivory are well met and the night is spent searing, eating and being lethargic in happiness.
I hate this time of the year. The time where I have to pack up my life, store it into as few boxes as I possibly can, shove and move everything back to Irvine.
One aspect that adds to the inevitable nervousness an incoming freshman, new student or a shy person experiences is the fear of meeting and approaching new people.
