So, naturally, it is safe to say that my patience is a little silver thread—a glimmer so small it nearly doesn’t exist. In the midst of all the chaos, this blog is actually the one release I enjoy.Sometimes I laugh just imagining what I could write…if only time were my pal.
Well, today I decided to call a sub and, in the spirit of George Foreman, give my schedule the smack down. I woke up early this morning sick, so I decided that stress was not doing anything for healing. I entered the sub into the online system and fell back into slumber for about thirty more minutes. I awoke thinking of my blog. I (quite naturally) was excited for breakfast, but not just because I got to eat (though that is always exciting). It is day 2; meal 2 of my Forty with Foreman. I pull out the Foreman, sleepily plug it in, and reach into the fridge for my pre-cooked turkey sausage patties.
The Foreman heats them in about two minutes, and I cackle to think that yesterday I had the audacity to compare my blog to Julie and Julia.
“Hmmm…speaking of Julie and Julia, perhaps I should go rest and watch that for a bit to gain a little extra rest before moving into my homework for class,” I think silently as I spoon out my sugar-free Bread and Butter pickles (Yep, so not Julie or Julia). I curl back into bed and begin watching. I soon realized why I NEVER, EVER watch this movie. In fact, I remembered why I downright hated this movie: the smacking is Out. Of. Control. Nora Ephron, if you ever decide to turn my life into a movie (it would promise to be fantastic material), people can’t make food noises. I mean, C’mon, NORA, did you really think people would find this entertaining?
The link doesn't show how revolting the male actor's chewing really is, but I wouldn't advise putting yourself through it anyhow. I was so disgusted after this scene that I decided to go ahead and do my homework, quickly snapping of the DVD player. If only life were always that easy.
I get to class tonight, cranky because of my limited sleep and wimpy health, and I find my seat. I get a 100% on the reading quiz, then listen as my peers and professor engage in a quite meaningful discussion of the previous week’s reading assignments. All goes well, until after the break.
After the break, two classmates—the two who sit flanking my sides—pull out Cheez-Its (a 7 on the annoyance scale) and Almonds (Normally, an 8…but tonight, because of the manner of mastication, an 11). I sit glaring at the almonds, then back at the smacker on my left. I would look to my right at Cheez-Its Queen, but she’s at least trying to be quiet. I decide to zero in on the main perpetrator. With the vigilance I used to train my dog to lie down, I glared at the almonds then back at the girl—while she continued popping these little distractoids, oblivious to my death glare.
I leaned back in my desk, raising my hands to my eyebrows in a grimace that pulled my balled fists down both cheeks to express my tremendous frustration. As I did this, I resolved that I would blog a video showing people how annoying smacking can be. When I thought of how obnoxiously I could send my rant into cyberspace, I snickered sinisterly. My professor noticed.He said, “Bless you” and I silently thanked God that he thought I sneezed, and at the same time felt embarrassed to have shown my frustration in such a loud and obvious manner. I’m surprised he even heard me over the smacking in the room.
Turns out, the video takes way too long to upload, and (brace yourself, this may come as a shock) I don't have time to wait for it. However, if you are guilty of loud or offensive chewing, slurping, smacking, or crunching: Be forewarned that I am ready to put the SMACK DOWN on SMACKING. Don't forget that I have George Foreman, Heavyweight Boxer, as my new inspiration.