The soup turned out okay, I guess. It didn't really taste like anything at all. Well, no. It tasted like a bunch of things but none of them were particularily good or delicious.
It was a decent first try. Especially since I had no idea what I was doing. At all. And I just threw things together.
I think my dad misses me a lot. He said that there are cooking lessons at D&W we can do together and we can go to one of those places where you make a week's worth of meals. His excuse was that Nick mentioned I don't cook but I really know that he misses me a bunch.
In other news, GHIII is awesome. Nick and I did career co-op and it was a bunch of fun.
No offense but how can you not believe in things that exist?
Saying you don't believe in love or monogamy or marriage is ridiculous. It's like saying you don't believe in the sun. Sorry but it's there and it's real. Maybe you don't believe in the sun because you've lived in Seattle all your life and never seen it or you had a bad experience and got a sunburn but the sun is still there. It still exists.
So I'm pretty sure I've got the same depression thing my mom has. Which is awesome. Not. I'm happy for two or two and a half weeks out of every month. Yay. I don't know. I'll go to the doctor and check it out.
Also, I am having a very had time getting back into the whole school thing. And the whole work thing. Not awesome.
In other news, speech on Thursday, two papers due on Tuesday (one I can turn in on Thurs but...speech), NaNo meetup on Wednesday (if I end up going), then NaNoWriMo starts. Big week coming up. Not excited anymore. The timing is bad and I CHOSE the day of my speech. Good job, me. Not.
Also, feeling alienated and like an outsider again. So, that's funny.
I am getting more and more excited about NaNoWriMo. My 1667 words a day ends up being two and a half pages, single-spaced, in a 12 pt font. Which is less than a paper so I can do it.
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2007 9 October :: 12.34pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
:: Music: Radiohead - Let Down
So they are doing construction on campus, which is a major pain in the arse because it's right along the path I walk every day. Anyway, I was on my way to the Science Bldg. and I passed a construction worker sitting in the shade, relaxing and enjoying his lunch. I was immediately brought back to the summer of '01 working at Arrow Door, sitting outside with Chris, Fras, and Co. I remember jumping in line with everyone at the food cart outside, and the day Stashia and Christa brought us lunch. I hated that job, but sitting outside in the shade, cooling off from the stagnating heat in and outside the building, all the while savoring every last moment of freedom before returning to the floor, that's a fond memory.
My brother called me earlier to tell me one of their new cats had died. The little cute one that would just chill on your shoulder.
I thought I was okay after I cried it out once but apparently I'm not. She was not gaining weight and Mom thinks she died of respiratory failure because she had a cold. My sister was at a friend's house and it was homecoming so they didn't tell her. And they haven't told her yet. Mom said she buried the cat, Hero, and will tell her on Sunday when she gets home.
Hannah had a rough time when we had to put McHenry to sleep and she loved this cat so I'll be up in Rockford tomorrow.
Pushing Daisies is a show you should watch if:
you have ovaries
you like Gilmore Girls
you like laughing
you like style
you need something to watch on Wednesdays because every other day is booked
you are worried about watching a new show too late (you can watch episodes you missed on abc.com)
you like Big Fish, Amelie, Edward Scissorhands, Wonderfalls or Wes Anderson
you are awesome
you are lame