Bad choices

I've made a terrible choice in life and I'm now suffering the consequences.

Yes, those would be delicious Tagalongs paired with some new crap Girl Scout cookie instead of the winning pair of Tagalongs and Thin Mints. One of my students is quite a saleswoman, and managed to talk me into buying two boxes. You may think talking me into dessert sounds similar to talking Lindsay Lohan into doing a shot, and you'd be right. But she actually did have to lay on the charm, because did you know Girl Scout cookies are now $4 a box? This meant that she had to battle with both my inherent cheapness AND the fact that I used to sell cookies for $2/box which made me feel really old.

Due to this ridiculous inflation, I had to make some tough choices. I spent all of recess mulling it over, marking my choices on the sheet, only to scribble them out and redo them. In the end, I decided on the Dulce de Leche because it was new and exciting and foreign sounding.

Let me save you $4 and advise you to always go with Thin Mints, or at least a known cookie. The new foreign fancy ones are a joke. Let's not even talk about the fact that when my student's father dropped the cookies off he told me that he crumbled up a bunch of Samoas in milk and ate it like cereal and I didn't order Samoas so now I'll have to wait another year to experience that joy. Why does life have to be so hard?

I thought things were looking up when I turned to TV to cheer me up.

But it's New Moon. The worst of the Twilight series. My suffering continues (although I'm still going to watch it).

All good things have to come to an end, and it looks like my super special streak of unicorns and rainbows running is over. This morning I was back to "sleeping is so much more fun at 5am than running", also known as the mindset of a sane person. Luckily, the second book in the Maze Runner series got me through nine miles. 

At this point, I have no Halloween costume, and I really don't have time to create one between work, grad school, making candy corn ice cream, my social life, and spending somewhere around 5 hours driving on Sunday just so I can spend all day running in the woods on a mountain. It's rough being me. My options are now in the "what crap that I already own can I throw together into a costume?" camp.

Kara tried to help me out by sending me this.

Naturally, I appreciate her efforts, but, bitch please, do you even know who you are dealing with? Been there, done that.

What bad choice have you made lately? I may need therapy for my cookie regret.