Manna of the Gods

As a newly less than wealthy student, I felt the urge to encourage the widespread eating of rice. Adventures have their costs and because of my skydiving venture extravaganza, I don't get any more adventure for quite some time. Getting a job here is also exceedingly difficult. So while I savor the remnants of my super hard work for the past few months, I eat rice. I am certain that comfort will return to me eventually after I have a job. I also recall some stupid revelation about life in which I valued knowing what it was like to be full of rich food and also to appreciate starving. To feel real hunger. Turns out? Not as good as you'd think it would be. And I don't particularly feel that I am gaining perspective on life or anything either. Isn't that supposed to be the trade off?

Now to alleviate the fears of parental sorts that might read this -- I am not starving and far from starvation. But this is the closest I think I have ever been because I am trying to conserve, or ration, my food. Be proud, parental sorts, I have learned responsibility of finances. Naturally, and to be expected, I learned this right after I went on my little journey of spending money. I have no regrets... skydiving over the arguably most beautiful land in the world and eating rice or eating salmon.... hmmm.