Well, it’s almost midnight, yet here I am eating a bowl of cereal. I honestly don’t know how I got the cereal, but at this point, does it even matter?
This kiddos, is how you adult properly (right?????)
I mean, I’ve made chocolate chip cookies at midnight a few times over the last few weeks, so I’m pretty sure midnight cereal means you’re doing something right.
I am all about the midnight cereal. It’s what me and my brother used to do when we lived at home. And I was all about that cereal life in university; many a late night bonding session was had over bowls of cereal while sitting on the kitchen floor.
I too once baked a mixed berry pie at 1 AM, crust and all, and then caught a 2:30 AM bus to the airport because that’s just how I roll. Also, midnight baking is how I discovered why eggs are important to baking cookies (turns out the protein is a key bonding ingredient).
I have never bought a box of cereal in my life, so this is kind of all new weird territory for me. Also, what kind of bus runs at 2:30? or is that just my rural life showing….
And an interesting side story, at around the same time, I too had been baking cookies and had run out of eggs, only instead of doing something like add a substitute, or put it off until dawn, I drove to town and spent an hour trying to find a place that was open and had eggs.
And they ended up getting burnt anyway.
I went to uni in a small town, so there was a campus bus at 2:30 to get to the airport in the closest large city a few hours away in time for 6 AM flights which was perfect for after exams when your brain was both wired and broken. You basically just slept on the bus and then at the airport/airplane and then were home.
I too have an egg related story (actually, I have many egg related stories; much of my time in uni was spent baking). We ran out of eggs and ran to the corner store across the street from our house in PJs (a regular occurrence) at closing around midnight. So we get to the store and go up to the register to pay (looking exactly as gross and disheveled as two 20/21 y/o students look when baking at midnight on a Friday) and the sweet old lady behind the counter asks, “Are you going to a party?” We were both super confused and were like “No…” and looking at each other like “WTF?” Finally the lady tells points to my roomies head and says, “But you’re wearing a costume?”.
Now, an important detail I need to mention: My friend had forgotten that she was also wearing The Ears at the time. The Ears were a headband with a pair of blue cat ears taped to it from a costume party some months prior and we used them in the bathroom for when we washed our face or were studying. We were so used to seeing them on each other that we totally forgot they were cat ears and it was completely normal to just wander around in them. I still have the headband to this day.
Unfortunately I don’t have any Uni stories, mostly because I’m stuck between high school and post secondary for what will probably be an eternity, but I do have some old camp ones, so I guess it counts? I mean, oddity knows no age.
Very much off the topic of eggs, I bought a dinosaur onesie and brought it to a camp, so I could wear it around the building and get a laugh out of the roommates I was with (There was actually a guy with a rainbow onsesie, we made quite an interesting pair), and because it was way to comfortable then it should be, I kinda just lounged around with it on during my days off.
Well one day, a fire alarm happened, and all the staff had to immediately rush out to do a headcount check and to make sure all the kids where safe. So I had no chance to change before rushing out with my onesie fully zipped and hood up.
None of the kids that were in my group took me seriously after that.
I think I might have had eggs that morning (yay for cafeteria food that serves the same thing every meal!) so does that count?
The one and only year I lived in a dorm, of course someone pulled the fire alarm in the middle of the night, so I can just say there were a lot of really interestingly dressed people out on the street that night.
But, also? I would kill for a dino onesie. My mother saw me looking at one and was like “really?” to which I reminded her that I made her get me Darth Vader flats for my last birthday (I mean, she asked what I wanted…).
Let’s just say, I’ve been out of uni for a while (…and have finished a grad program as well) at this point, so her exact reaction when I asked for the shoes were “You’re [redacted]-years old and you want Darth Vader shoes?”
My reply? “Correction: I want glittery Darth Vader shoes.”
I may not be adulting right, but I do it in style.
Glittery Darth Vader shoes? Where? When? And how much money? I am more then okay with this.
I think the best part about pulling the fire alarm is when it happens at 4:00 in the morning, and it’s the last week of camp, so everyone is stressed. At that point, you could have walked out wearing a sombrero and a poncho and literally no one would have blinked an eye.
It’s actually really interesting how many people take a shower at 4 in the morning though.
It was my friends birthday over the weekend, and they’re one of the last to reach the age of adulthood, so I gave them a sippy cup attached with a note “You may legally be an adult, but you are still a kid to me”.
The worst part was, the shop keeper probably thought I was buying it for my own kid due to certain dialogue exchanges. Oh well. Hopefully the town isn’t that small…
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aardvark
August 29, 2017 at 8:52 PM
Well, it’s almost midnight, yet here I am eating a bowl of cereal. I honestly don’t know how I got the cereal, but at this point, does it even matter?
This kiddos, is how you adult properly (right?????)
SnarkyJellyfish
August 29, 2017 at 9:10 PM
I mean, I’ve made chocolate chip cookies at midnight a few times over the last few weeks, so I’m pretty sure midnight cereal means you’re doing something right.
aardvark
August 29, 2017 at 9:17 PM
I did a full chocolate two layered cake with icing and everything at around 2:00 a couple weeks back for no reason.
Yet somehow eating cereal feel like I’m crossing the line….
SnarkyJellyfish
August 29, 2017 at 9:25 PM
I am all about the midnight cereal. It’s what me and my brother used to do when we lived at home. And I was all about that cereal life in university; many a late night bonding session was had over bowls of cereal while sitting on the kitchen floor.
I too once baked a mixed berry pie at 1 AM, crust and all, and then caught a 2:30 AM bus to the airport because that’s just how I roll. Also, midnight baking is how I discovered why eggs are important to baking cookies (turns out the protein is a key bonding ingredient).
aardvark
August 29, 2017 at 9:36 PM
I have never bought a box of cereal in my life, so this is kind of all new weird territory for me. Also, what kind of bus runs at 2:30? or is that just my rural life showing….
And an interesting side story, at around the same time, I too had been baking cookies and had run out of eggs, only instead of doing something like add a substitute, or put it off until dawn, I drove to town and spent an hour trying to find a place that was open and had eggs.
And they ended up getting burnt anyway.
SnarkyJellyfish
August 29, 2017 at 9:55 PM
I went to uni in a small town, so there was a campus bus at 2:30 to get to the airport in the closest large city a few hours away in time for 6 AM flights which was perfect for after exams when your brain was both wired and broken. You basically just slept on the bus and then at the airport/airplane and then were home.
I too have an egg related story (actually, I have many egg related stories; much of my time in uni was spent baking). We ran out of eggs and ran to the corner store across the street from our house in PJs (a regular occurrence) at closing around midnight. So we get to the store and go up to the register to pay (looking exactly as gross and disheveled as two 20/21 y/o students look when baking at midnight on a Friday) and the sweet old lady behind the counter asks, “Are you going to a party?” We were both super confused and were like “No…” and looking at each other like “WTF?” Finally the lady tells points to my roomies head and says, “But you’re wearing a costume?”.
Now, an important detail I need to mention: My friend had forgotten that she was also wearing The Ears at the time. The Ears were a headband with a pair of blue cat ears taped to it from a costume party some months prior and we used them in the bathroom for when we washed our face or were studying. We were so used to seeing them on each other that we totally forgot they were cat ears and it was completely normal to just wander around in them. I still have the headband to this day.
aardvark
August 29, 2017 at 10:09 PM
Unfortunately I don’t have any Uni stories, mostly because I’m stuck between high school and post secondary for what will probably be an eternity, but I do have some old camp ones, so I guess it counts? I mean, oddity knows no age.
Very much off the topic of eggs, I bought a dinosaur onesie and brought it to a camp, so I could wear it around the building and get a laugh out of the roommates I was with (There was actually a guy with a rainbow onsesie, we made quite an interesting pair), and because it was way to comfortable then it should be, I kinda just lounged around with it on during my days off.
Well one day, a fire alarm happened, and all the staff had to immediately rush out to do a headcount check and to make sure all the kids where safe. So I had no chance to change before rushing out with my onesie fully zipped and hood up.
None of the kids that were in my group took me seriously after that.
I think I might have had eggs that morning (yay for cafeteria food that serves the same thing every meal!) so does that count?
SnarkyJellyfish
August 29, 2017 at 10:27 PM
The one and only year I lived in a dorm, of course someone pulled the fire alarm in the middle of the night, so I can just say there were a lot of really interestingly dressed people out on the street that night.
But, also? I would kill for a dino onesie. My mother saw me looking at one and was like “really?” to which I reminded her that I made her get me Darth Vader flats for my last birthday (I mean, she asked what I wanted…).
Let’s just say, I’ve been out of uni for a while (…and have finished a grad program as well) at this point, so her exact reaction when I asked for the shoes were “You’re [redacted]-years old and you want Darth Vader shoes?”
My reply? “Correction: I want glittery Darth Vader shoes.”
I may not be adulting right, but I do it in style.
aardvark
August 29, 2017 at 10:36 PM
Glittery Darth Vader shoes? Where? When? And how much money? I am more then okay with this.
I think the best part about pulling the fire alarm is when it happens at 4:00 in the morning, and it’s the last week of camp, so everyone is stressed. At that point, you could have walked out wearing a sombrero and a poncho and literally no one would have blinked an eye.
It’s actually really interesting how many people take a shower at 4 in the morning though.
It was my friends birthday over the weekend, and they’re one of the last to reach the age of adulthood, so I gave them a sippy cup attached with a note “You may legally be an adult, but you are still a kid to me”.
The worst part was, the shop keeper probably thought I was buying it for my own kid due to certain dialogue exchanges. Oh well. Hopefully the town isn’t that small…