Tiny lil Heart Attacks, Johnny Cash for three hours, and the sweet nectar that is Chick Fil A Sauce

Another week, another day, another moment, and here I am. I hope everyone is doing wonderful, or less, bad, or good, or very bad. I hope you’re doing all of those or none of those for as long as you are doing, you’re doing well in my book. Whether it’s a bad day or a good day, it’s a day, and that’s wonderful. Welcome to the Lounge.

Last week I commented on me almost stepping on the body of a baby squirrel. This week, I have managed to have ANOTHER squirrel related story. It’s horrifying, wonderful, and it has legitimately changed me into a better/worse person.

I had the absolute joy, pleasure, and astonishment of seeing a squirrel eating chick fil a sauce. Now, this wasn’t some Chick Fil A sauce spread on the ground after someone dropping it. No, it was a packet of Chick Fil A sauce that the squirrel was able to open with its little teeth and then consume it as if it was more powerful than every other squirrel on campus. It was incredible. It was astonishing. The small creature looked up from its bounty, up from its treasure and looked like an addict to the sacred nectar that pairs well with any chicken nugget. It was smeared across its little face. It’s been a week. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

I returned sometime later to the same spot as I walked to my Astronomy Lab (a journey unto itself, that class is something else). This time, the squirrel was genuinely eating a chicken sandwich. In summary, the little squirrel was able to go into the trash where someone left a percentage of their lunch, pull and open a packet of Chick Fil A sauce, and then consume a part of a chicken sandwich. I was terrified to walk back there again. The guilt I would feel if I saw that tiny little creature, passed out from a tiny little heart attack after consuming that bountiful, grease-filled feast, would be unthinkable. I don’t think I can do tiny CPR.

It’s odd how simple moments can change everything. Lest it be a birth, or death, or an adorable rodent being more powerful than of us on this planet. I’ve struggled opening Chick Fil A sauce before. This squirrel did not. The future will feature this squirrel in the FBI or secret service, as it is more powerful than the majority of us.

Astronomy lab is its own journey. The weekly adventure in a course meant for freshman has humbled and made me grow. I get to learn what the sun is today. I’ll let you know how this goes. I’ve heard of the sun before, I’ve maybe even seen it. But now, it’s time for me to learn what it actually is. Learning about that big thing that may or not be real and may or not be in the sky, is a privilege restricted to us only in freshman level astronomy classes. But just for y’all, I will share my discoveries. That’s the power of the Lounge.

Below is this week’s interesting study group names. The ‘live action performance of “Hurt” by Johnny Cash for three hours’ group came up several times, hence why it’s on there twice. Wish I could RSVP. Also the “Tax Dodgers” group is definitely a confession, get em boys.

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This weekend I journey back to the great land of OUR-KANSAS to watch the obliteration of the Arkansas football time. About to get my Haw-Yee on.

Ultimately and forever, know I am proud of you. Know that I see your successes, and failures, your highs and lows, your in-betweens, and the pride remains. I hope you experience the greatest joy you have felt in your life more than once. I hope you find what you’re looking for, and I hope you lose some stuff too cuz that’s showbiz baby.