Bleh. Milk tastes funny.

So I sawed the health center dietician today (IN HALF), and was basically instructed to get more calcium and fruits and veggies. Bleh. If it takes drinking milk to not get diabetes, then I guess I'll drink milk. Even if it does taste funny and make me feel urpy if I don't take little pills to murder the lactose and then desecrate its corpse.

Fun fact: quite naturally in the course of describing how I come by most of my food, it arose in conversation with ye olde sawed-in-half dietician that I cohabitate with a male. For the rest of the session she referred to mecha as my "partner." Ahh, the wonders of being easily amused.

Then I skipped a couple classes and took a test in the third. I think I did okay.

Notice my new icon. It was here before I got to it. La la.

Naturally, I was going to post other things but forgot them all. Bleh. Bleh, I say.