Marvelously Dull Life

Today was a rather slow school day. First hour was a haze of depression and Spanish. In second I learned about the beriberi problem of the 1885 Dutch-Indies. In third I had to copy 15 vocabulary words three times each. Which made my hand cramp. Fourth hour made me feel sick. There was a scene during lunch though. A girl had a spider crawling on her hair. It was crawling like an excited and hopeful adventurer on a journey. I swear it had a spring in it's step. Until it got pushed off her hair and stepped on. Fifth hour I tried reading Maze Runner but didn't really like it. Sixth was math but we had a substitute so I got to play a game with money it (Life) with three other girls. When I got to the 'Stop and get married' part I really wanted to get a pink peg and have a wife but I chickened out and got a blue peg. I was upset and kept wishing I just picked up a pink peg and had a little pink wife in my little pink car to match my pink peg and that pink peg that was my ba...

For lunch I decided to make myself some pizza bagels. Not the pre-made frozen ones but bringing out the bagels and pepperoni kind. I felt very proud of myself making them, ooh I'm using Parmesan instead of mozzarella I feel fancy (I use Parmesan because I am lactose intolerant and mozzarella makes me really sick). Then I was putting parsley and garlic salt and black pepper, as well as my 'spicy stuff' that I put on noodles and pizza: I love this stuff it's great. Anyway, I was putting stuff on my pizza bagels and popped that sucker in the toaster oven until the cheese melted. I used two bagels so I had four pizzas and I realized I only wanted three. So I gave my extra to my mom who said it was delicious. She was right. I greatly enjoyed my pizza. There you go lactose digesters, lactose intolerant people can enjoy pizza too, we just need Parmesan. Or Lactaid pills. OMG, Lactaid pills are amazing. They allow me, a very sensitive lactose intolerant to enjoy da...

Food can be a very controversial and personal thing. You might not think of food as an extremely personal think like politics, but boy will people get ticked off if you insult a food they like. I once took a Culinary Arts class. Now you already have a room of people passionate about food but I remember one day that had a particularly intense argument that involved yelling, interrupting and was basically like an awkward family dinner where your liberal relative and conservative relative get in a fight and you want to escape the planet or at least join a circus to get away. It's even worse if they try to drag you in. It was like that but with food. Mainly, should you dip your French Fries in ranch? I for one, ship the heck out of fries and ranch. Ranch can go on almost anything in my opinion. But people get intense about their food. Some foods are very controversial like with fruitcake, you either love it or hate it, another food like that is the infamous black licorice. Some...

I finally went downstairs to eat dinner. Now, grocery shopping needs to be done but my mom doesn't like doing it and neither does her friend who we live with. I am old enough to drive but don't have a license or a permit. The friends daughter is to young to drive and the only other person is my cat Tizzy. Enough said. So if the adults don't want to shop, shopping isn't done. Not to say the fridge and cupboards were bare but I didn't want to cook and I wasn't in the mood for any of the easy stuff we had like Green Beans, Spinach, Double Noodle Chicken Soup, Special K cereal, or Oatmeal. I considered making a PB&J on my mom's friends bread but it's whole grain and has stuff on the crust. I hate bread with stuff on the crust. Also, it wasn't my bread but mainly the crust thing. I looked in the fridge. I looked in the cupboards. I looked in the freezer, and then in the fridge again. Basically that thing you do where you wander around the kitchen...