The Cheesecake Factory

I've been having an affair with the cheesecake factory. Recently the Barnes and Nobel on campus has opened up a coffee shop/bakery/"haven" for me to get coffee and goodies.

I am like a kid in a candy, staring at the sweets before me. I'm not really a dieter because i refuse to restrict the yummy things i like to eat, when i can just go to the gym 4 times out of the week and burn off any cookies/danishes/ or cupcakes that i consume throughout the week.

At this point i will make any excuse to stop by the cheesecake factory. If i have a good day...CHEESECAKE FACTORY. Or a bad days cheesecake factory. Or simply when i feel like a cheesecake. It's ruining my life, yesterday i went to bed with a stomach ache and had a weird dream after consuming the hugest cookie ever.

I blame it on running into my ARCH NEMESIS yesterday...JOSH.

Josh is the suck up kid in my English class. Their are just some people who are fundamentally annoying to listen too. And plus he is kind of my biggest competition in that class. Unlike me, Josh sends my English professor emails and talks to him during class. They are totally on comfortable first named basis with one another. I on the other hand still only communicate to my professor via email. I haven't been doing it lately though because we have been reading a novel and i don't really have any question for such straightforward reading.

The problem is that my whole thing with this professor is being able to send him emails, kind of stand out without being pompous. But without the emails i feel like my writing charm is waning on him, and he wants something more from me. Something tangible like more communication in class. So Josh pretty much is winning whatever battle i have internally created between us, because he and the professor are close.

He still is a suck up, wearing his neatly ironed shirts and tied shoes. There is just something about him... i don't know what yet.

So yesterday i was getting advised for classes. It went really well. My advisor is this older lady who is kind of spacey and laughs at her own jokes...repeatedly. I had been waiting outside her room for 15 minutes while she talked to someone about fruit cakes and dancing.

After they finally stopped talking i had a pretty decent advisement, because unlike my jerk of an advisor last year, i felt in control of what i want to take for the upcoming semester. We laughed and joked(more of her joking than me though) and i have a kick ass schedule for next semester. As i said goodbye and headed to the door who else did i slam into then..ARCH NEMESIS JOSH. I mean he was practically standing in the doorway smelling like fabric softener(okay that's a stretch, but does the kid have a iron in his book bag or something. As soon as i step outside my room my clothes get wrinkly) I don't know how long he was standing at the door while i was getting advised but i imagine a pretty long while. We made "arch nemesis" eye contact and i left out of the first exit i saw.

I bet he's probably a really nice guy...despite the sucking up, stupid questions, perfectly dressed demeanor, and all and all being a know it all.