Treasure Island

There are some things we college students just don't fully understand. Some things that slip through our innocent little minds without a second thought. That is, until we get home and enjoy the life with parents or siblings or other family members that probably help or aid your life in some way or other. In my house, that means help me with everything. Or do everything for me? I'm not trying to sound obnoxious or snobby about this to say that my mom does my laundry, and cooks and cleans while I enjoy the break. But that's just how it is apparently. I help out, I do, I promise. But now that I got so spoiled by family how am I going to return to college life.
College and cleaning I can handle. But dear God, the food. Now I don't have to think about saving money since my parents will pay for food, so this is what I get to eat. I'll take some pictures of the stuff I eat during Uni times. You students out there understand me. This is heaven, more than heaven, especially compared to something like frozen vegetables or chicken with some plain rice. Why do I even bother? Uh, starvation isn't too far off sometimes. So I'm filling up for winter. Just like the bears and chipmunks and all those furry woodland creatures. Just they of course need it for survival. I just need it for... well... I don't really need it. But let's just say I do.