I am in a weird dilemma with my thesis right now. My whole committee of professors that are supposed to read my thesis and advise me upped and moved to different schools! All two of them! So I was left committeeless. I was a poor, lonely student adrift in a frightening world of graduate academia. Okay, I'm exaggerating. Luckily, the fabulous Dr. Harnish came to my rescue and told me my best option would be to ask him to be my adviser. So I did.
I really like Dr. Harnish. He's the reason I ended up at BGSU. He's the reason I got an assistantship. And he has an amazing ability to make students excited about their research. When I'm in an academic funk he manages to get me out of it. I'm not sure he even knows he does that.
Anyway, I drove 3.5 hours to Bowling Green today* to meet with him about my thesis and to get advice on how to approach a chapter that's been giving me trouble. Then, after a two hour meeting, I drove back. On the way back I was really super hungry so I made plans to stop at the 3rd service plaza on 80/90 since it had Fazoli's. I really wanted a bread stick. By the 2nd service plaza I felt like I'd keel over if I didn't get out and stretch my legs so I stopped and wandered around a bit. I browsed the gift shop, checking out the CDs since I was finding a whole lot of nothin' on the radio. All they had was a really bad selection of country music so I moved on.
The mood rings caught my eye. I used to have one waaay back in the day. I had rediscovered it about a year ago and wore it all the time, just for kicks. When I worked at the movie theater, I'd take off my ring and put on the popcorn kettle to watch it turn one color then I'd put it on an ice cube and watch it turn another color. Eventually I killed it. By the way, a dead mood ring is mustard yellow with black spots. At the gift shop I saw a mood ring that was a little chain of turtles. It spoke to me for a few different reasons so I decided to get it.
I took it to the register and, since there wasn't a tag on it, the cashier asked, "How much was this? $1.99?"
"No, I think it was $2.99, but I'll take it for $1.99!" I joked.
He smiled and rang me up. $2.14
Okay, I'm kind of clueless about these things. When I got a discount at KFC once for no apparent reason I started to ask if they had forgotten something or if they were sure the price was right and my friend elbowed me, "He's giving a discount because he's flirting!" Ooooh!
This time I furrowed my brow, cocked my head and looked at the guy thinking, Wait a minute...that should be...Ooooh!
He shrugged and said, "It's two bucks."
I pulled out two dollars and glanced in my purse for change then decided it wasn't worth it to dig. I pulled out a third dollar and handed it to him. He said, "I have a quarter," and handed me a dollar back. So NOT ONLY did I get a dollar discount, but he paid the tax! Awesome! I decided being a chick pretty much rocks. The guy even gave me the change. I didn't take it though. I put it in the Need A Penny dish.
So that was cool.
What was not cool was what happened when I got to the third service plaza and eagerly ran up to Fazoli's.
It was gone! They replaced it with a burrito place! I was majorly bummed! But I was hungry so I got a quesadilla. Only, by the time I got my food I wasn't very hungry anymore. Go figure. I ate 1/3 of my quesadilla and bagged the rest of it. I figured I'd probably get hungry again on the road and if not I'd just eat it for lunch tomorrow. I went out to the car, pulled out the keys and realized I wasn't holding my quesadilla. I'd thrown it away! Ack! I can't believe I did that.
And that, my friends, was my day. In short, I was advised, got a special Ladies' Discount, and threw away my quesadilla. I also nearly got lost on the back roads of Michigan trying to avoid a big chunk of the toll road. Thank goodness for the GPS!
...I can't believe I threw away my quesadilla.
Here's my ring.
The End.
*Sorry I didn't tell you, Emily! I wasn't there for long! 
I imagine I'll be back later this month to return some books that will be due shortly. 