All's Well That Ends in Sleep
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Wrath of a Hungry Roommate

By Kelz


  It is not exceptional for friends to have much in common, however, it was on this one rare occasion that two friends named Blaise and Kelz shared more than just interest. These two college girls found connection through their love of rowing and happened to live in the same dorm. The next semester, they decided to share more than their passion for masochism, and moved in together.
     Now, this appeared to be a positive change for the both of them at fist. It soon became apparent, however, that their mutual lack of dining self-control would be an issue for them. What began as genial food consumption in their beloved cafeteria (a.k.a. the "uck") soon took a turn for the worst. Their competitive tendencies soon got the better of the girls; they would often encourage each other to partake of several sweetened delecacies in one sitting in addition to their often gluttonous mounds of lunch or dinner.
     This may not look like a quandary to the untrained eye, but to those whose voracious appetites often lead them down dir paths, this predicament is quite familiar. The climactic finale to the story begins as any other: a harmless journey to the U.C. for a delctable dinner and dessert. The two girls loaded up theri trays with a tasty array of food, but today they opted to deviate from their regular plan and each picked up a different kind of dessert: ice cream for Blaise and cake for Kelz. They took their seats and proceeded to devour the food before them. When time came for dessert, each began to diligently consume their respective item. However, Blaise suddenly decided that she too wanted to partake of Kelz' dessert. Voraciously stabbing her fork in the direction of the frosted delicacy, Blaise missed the piece of cake and gouged her fork right into Kelz' protective hand! Seeing tha tthe battle had been lost, Blaise subsided.
     The war, however, was not concluded. Later that night, Kelz came home after evening activities, and, having forgotten her keys (or perhaps losing them for 2 months), found herself hopelessly locked outside the room. She rapped twice on the door, expecting her loving roommate to extricate her from the situation. In a drowsy stupor, Blaise came to the door, opened it, and cried out cordially, "Kelz!" as she proceeded to slam the door in Kelz' face. This concludes an exegesis on
An Unrequitted Love of Food.
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