THE EPITOME OF BEING ME

as usual, we had breaktime earlier today. went downstairs, and as i'd been feeling so ill earlier on, i'd bought two bottles of ginger ale on the way in. therefore, while hungrily devouring my pasta (for by this point, i was no longer sickly but strangely STARVING...at least, so my stomach forcibly asserted), i finished off the end of the first.

later (but not too much so) on, i opened up the second one.

mostly.

i don't remember shaking it. and i'd bought it around 7:10 or so in the morning, and this was going on 11 in the morning when i did this. anyway, you can guess what happened.

this is the second biggest vaguely food-related mess i've ever been in; the first was the infamous ice-cream incident of last summer. (which, for the record, involved me, a very hot day, a rocky road ice cream cone, and unfortunately no pictures taken. i'd never had ice cream on my elbows prior to that day, though...and to my knowledge, have also not since.)

my hair was not harmed in the spraying of my ginger ale all over the seating area of the coffee shop downstairs, just so you know. but my pants may well never be the same.