Well, That's Fruity

I never thought I would get excited over fruit.

My current campus is drenched in grease. The pizza, the burgers, the fries, and every other fast food dream can be found somewhere on this campus. When you first get here, that's somewhat exciting. Food that's unhealthy and tastes awesome. But by the middle of the semester, it becomes so sickening that you don't even look forward to meals anymore.

Truthfully, they do have salads. The lettuce is limp and the cucumbers can't be found, nor tomatoes.  You're stuck with lettuce, croutons, olives, and hard boiled egg. It gets old fast.

And leaves me craving for some actual healthy food.

I grew up on blackberries. We had a bunch of bushes in my backyard, so I'd spend each Summer picking out the ripest ones to eat. We have blackberry pie and blackberries with sugar on top. It was splendid. I miss it.

So, on my lazy Tuesday morning, I was lounging in bed and reading my email. One pops up from the school. There's a Farmers Market on campus today. I jump up to go and shower, immediately excited over the prospect of getting fresh fruit.

It's yet to open, so I'll check in another ten minutes. But I want at least a pint of blackberries, along with some cheddar cheese.

I can't believe I'm excited over this.