Chocolate MILK!

Right before I walked into my psychology class, which is happening right now as I write this blog. I know I am such a focused student, but seeing the professor goes way to fast to even try to keep notes and that she has repeatedly pointed out that all of this material is in the text and that you should read the text before class, which I’ve done, taking a few brief seconds to record my thoughts doesn’t bother me all too much. Anyways, back to the story.

So right before I walked into this class, I stopped and bought myself a lovely little thing of BYU chocolate milk in the twilight zone. Now, I want to say a few things about this. It bugs me to no end that the Creamery on Ninth sells the same thing in the same size for 35 cents less, than any where else on campus. The vending machines are 1.40 and and the Twilight Zone has it for 1.39. Creamery on Ninth 1.05! I saw equal opportunity milk selling here! I know you have the vending machine and the Twilight Zone as convenient spots, but raise the price in something else, like water or candy bars, but not the greatest thing that man can experience.

This is what I am really trying to get at. I get this chocolate milk and I feel like a kid at Christmas! Super excited so I open it up and I have to restrain myself from pounding the entire thing right then and there. Someone once said you have to savor it. It is a little tough to do when it is a slice of heavenly bliss going down into your belly. There aren’t words to describe what it is like. So, small chugs, little by little. Well, sometimes faster and bigger than the others but still, small chugs. Then the saddest part of the day, all gone. Nothing left. I almost want to shed a tear when that happens.

Why am I telling you how I feel as I drink BYU chocolate milk? Well, I’ve never sat down and said, oh no, not BYU chocolate milk. The day I say, I’m not really feeling like chocolate milk, just take me to a funeral home and make preparations because I must be seriously ill. Every time, yeah I said, every time, every time I drink BYU chocolate milk, it is the same feeling. This amazing slice of amazingness being absorbed in my body. Purely amazing.