My alarm didn't go off. I had to be at UNCA by 9 and I woke at 8:40...5 minutes later I decided to call in just in case I was going to be late, and considering I had no ride and was 3 miles away, it was a good idea. I walked a good chunk and failed at hitching a ride. I put my thumb out and old women would just stare at me. Once I hit the main street a car at a stop light lowered her window, squinted, and asked if I wanted a ride. When I got in the car the women in her late-twenties/early-thirties said she thought I was someone else. We made small talk about Walden Pond as she drove me the short distance (short by car at least) to the university. I was 35 minutes late and I felt bad. I hadn't eaten anything, was pretty hungry and felt a headache coming on.  
    Discovering the wonders of the intern work room and the coffee maker was lovely. I had two cups spaced in a couple hours. The day wrapped up, I was exhausted and sick of looking at the damn computer screen. My advisor dropped me off at the transit station where I bought a month long bus pass for $10. I wanted jump and cheer since I finally had a mode of transport. I showed off my lovely piece of plastic by walking back to 40. I passed a gas station called "Hot Spot" where I realized a few things. My system of reward is off as I spent just over $3 on 2 peanut bars and a mucho mango. I also realized that I live in the projects. Not only do I live in a place where these artificial food items are super cheap, but I passed a kid in a full red sweatsuit. Congress Street is kind of gnarly as is but when you look at 40 compared to the rest of them it is the bittersweet eyesore. And I will be forever indebted to this place for the lessons I have learned so far.
    40 hosted a potluck tonight. I grabbed a scoop of potato based stew before the put the entire chopped lamb's liver into it. Someone brought this tasteless shrimp and there was a make-shift mashed potato bar. Its so hard to keep food hot here and I'm getting further annoyed with the amount of people I don't know who keep invading our kitchen. It's occupy 40 house. There's a super annoying four year old boy name Ameous whose exhausted mother is sipping her 40 oz beer and sick of her kid. Her current partner teaches primitive nutrition and is in a wheelchair. Aubrey left an hour ago and we pretended to care as we said goodbye. It's been a long day but I can't wait to get up early tomorrow make myself breakfast and catch the bus.