Class ended early with just enough time to leave me with nothing to do...not enough time to catch up on the sleep lost with last night's all-nighter, not enough time to to do the next round of homework due tomorrow, not enough time to finally clean out my 10-page e-mail inbox.
But wait...could my obsession with freerice.com be anymore unhealthy? I'm like that photo-whore on facebook that posts 4 new albums a day and comments on every new picture any of her 800 friends' posts — only with freerice.com.
So I talk about it all the time. So my social conversations often segue to the new word I learned earlier today (did you know habberdasher means a seller of men's clothes?!) and I like to brag about all the grains of rice I've helped donate to the world (620 grains without a single miss). I don't think I have to defend doing a good thing and raising my IQ.
But then I start to wonder about these grains of rice sometimes. Just how much rice is 620 grains? Would it fill a single sushi order? Or the tray of chinese food the freshman waste in the dorms? I'm starting to feel helpless here. Maybe I need to play more. 620 grains isn't enough...what about 620,000? But is 620,000 enough to fill a bag? Maybe I need to donate 620,000,000..oh, god. there goes finals week and goodbye sanity if I didn't lose you weeks ago.
I admit to my problem. freerice.com has become my new facebook, msn.com, cnn.com, and hawk-mail combined. But whatever gets you through the end of the semester, right?
PS While writing this post I donated 980 grains...and learned that parry means to ward off...and...nevermind.
-Vanessa
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
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