I just have to complain. Three years in the co-ops. Shitty food. Leaving next year, the year they're hiring an experienced chef with a freaking BRITISH ACCENT, an organic/local philosophy, and a desire to actually implement it by buying from local farmers. And he's actually privy on vegetarianism. DAMN IT, DAMN, DARN! Just my luck.

Anywho, I guess I'll have to visit. He came in to cook lunch for us once, and it was amazing. Tortellini (pre-prepared) but with an awesome homemade sauce - tomato and fresh organic basil. And chicken breasts on top for the flesh-inclined.
I must remember I'm living with a large fluff-ball of a dog next year. That's gotta make up for it. Besides, my soon-to-be roommate says she loves to cook.

My stint as the fish and wildlife club secretary is over. We passed our little-used binders off yesterday. It's been fun. I actually wish I would've spent more time on the club - helping plan trips and with fundraising more - but I was obsessed and stressed with academics for the majority of the year.

I guess that's about it for now.
18 days until I leave for Africa.