If there is one thing I enjoy being, it is being surprised. Not in the cheesy "Happy Birthday! We all hid in your house for several hours while you were out!". No that's way too creepy/predictable. Most surprises are predictable, which by definition, I'm pretty sure, makes it anything but a surprise. No, I like little surprises that come out of the blue. I like eating somewhere and the sauce being different than the last time I had it. Good or bad, its a change from what I was fully expecting. Let's face it, I don't fully inspect a plate of spaghetti before I take a bite, and I'm not going to be readily suspicious of the recipe being changed every time I eat there. That is, unless it is a fast food restaurant, in which case I'm sure I would be painfully aware of exactly how many changes they've made due the the signs everywhere and the employees telling me between every other sentence.
This is off track, though. The point is, I enjoy the little things like that, or someone just randomly telling you some part of their past that you may not have expected them to tell you, or finding some childhood memory buried deep in the closet under all of the discarded halloween costume accessories. The subtle variations that make one day discernible from the last are the things that keep me running on fumes while college is in motion.
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Last week I ate out with someone and we had the brilliant idea of her ordering for me and me ordering for her. I've decided this is an incredibly fascinating way to dine out since it not only guarantees a surprise, but it can be fun to see how much you might know someone.
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