First day of school

First off, let me just assure you I am not gay, nor do I have multiple personalities, and I certainly do not endorse polka dots. Those of you who have witnessed the rapid changes in the format of the blaaaaaagh are actually witnessing a war of opinions between me and Ashley over how it should look. She is currently winning.

Today was the first day of school at USU. This is one of my favorite times of the year. I am always excited for my new classes, but unfortunately that enthusiasm always peters out as we go through the syllabus and I realize what I will actually have to do. Still, this first day of school was better than my first day back at school last semester.

We had just returned from our honeymoon in Mexico. Here it was cold and bleak, and cold. I came down with the flu and puked a bunch the night before. The next day my stomach had settled a little, so at lunch I treated myself to some blue Powerade (sports drinks aren't classified by flavor, they are classified by color) and a banana. I called Ashley to see how she was doing when suddenly I felt my stomach get real pissed about that banana. I tried to get to the bathroom, but (Warning: unsavory details follow) bright green, pulpy vomit spilled everywhere in the hall. Yes, banana + blue powerade = bright green, pulpy vomit. It was on my shirt, on my pants, on my shoes, on the floor. I got to the toilet and managed to finish up there, but the amount I got in there was small compared to the amount I spilled everywhere else. I stayed in the stall for about 20 minutes, listening to the janitors clean up my barf. I cleaned myself up as best I could, and confident that no one who had seen me puke would be left outside, I went to my next class. It doesn't get much better than that. I would say it is second only to explosive diahrrea.