So I cooked tonight. Not only did I cook tonight, but I also cooked this afternoon. For breakfast, I had a granola bar and a piece of cheese. That’s not cooking.
For lunch, I cooked ravioli from a can for the girls whom I babysit. The youngest one had yogurt.
For dinner, I had an omelette. I ran a poll, and few people responded. You bastards.
It was either Macaroni and Cheese or an omelette.
Here are my results:
Lia: A quiche.
Matt: One inside the other (either macaroni inside the omelette or egg inside each noodle)
Matt: Omelette
Zephyr: (after minutes of contemplation) Omelette
Savannah: Macaroni and Cheese
Lindsay: Omelette.
So Omelette ’twas. Matthew had to talk me through it though. I used extra virgin olive oil to make me feel pure/ fancy.
My eggs stayed flacid for a while. It took them a while to… erect… get firm… Then I turned the heat on the burner up, and they got less gooey. Maybe I should have given them some ViEGGra. HA!
Matt said use 2 or 4 eggs, so I used 3. I should have used 2. I gave the rest to my cat.
I cut my thumb on a knife.
Then my egg ripped when I was folding it. Instead of patching it with wet egg as I was advised, I just left it and hoped I didn’t get Ecoli.
*dies of Ecoli*
Just kidding. April Fools.
That’s like Email, except worse.
I’m pregnant.
April Fools.
So Matt’s mom has been bugging him to bootleg Ice Age for her. I got him to finally do it, and you know what? It’s Spanish! HAHAH. You know what else? She’s not a Mexican! Hahaha!
Have any of you ever seen Splash! with Tom Hanks? I promise it exists.
I like names and titles of things with exclamation points in them.
Like !!!
So Micah, the middle child who I babysat who is autistic, asked me if I was naked. She was sitting on my lap.
So dance class went well this morning. It was hiphopalicious. Erik came by, and we decided we aren’t wearing white in the ballet. Because we’re fat. We’re wearing blue.
We’re working on our pas des deux Tuesday night at 7. Call me at 6 30 and remind me.
I want a red tutu. I think that would be… sexy?
I kind of thought about naming off different euphamisms for masturbation, but
that’s too dirty.
Matthew: i love you too!
this movie is pretty funny
a beaver just said “daaaaaaaaaamn”
Liz: hahahhahahhahahahah
ooooh i get it!
beaver, dam..n!
hahahahhahaha
like where they live!
I’m too much like my own mother sometimes. Speaking of my mother, she’s at Whaler’s Catch with Jeff. Well, now she’s probably getting a tattoo. The one of the cat. What a dork. I told her what a Monroe was this morning, and I think she wants to get one now. She wants me to get my eyebrow pierced… I just don’t know. Maybe, but what if it looks gay?
No offense to the gays or the pierced.
What did the fish say when he swam into the brick wall?
“Dam!”
My daddy told me that one. It was my favourite joke when I was a little girl, because I could say “damn” and not get in trouble, because in speech, they don’t know if you added the N or not.
Always keep ‘em guessing.
Speaking of, where the hell was Emily this morning at ballerina?
So anywho, the whole dam/damn thing always reminds me of Bekah and Vegas Vacation. Because she loves that part of the movie just as much as I do. That movie is so bad, yet so good.
Kind of like my music.
Erik guessed that I weighed 120. He was 6 pounds too low. Have I gained weight since I’ve seen him? Garsh, I hope not.
So this is my mom for you:
Liz: I mentioned this a few weeks ago, but I’m letting you know that Matthew and I are going to be living together next semester.
Mom: *hands over ears* LALALLALALALALALALALLALALALALALA
So remember when all the interns gave me a tattoo on my back? Here’s the picture of it:
Also, Matt made this. I really want kids. Eventually.
I’m pretty sure that’s all. Except Erick had two beds upon which to sleep and opted for the couch.
And I got a blazer for $1.97. It was originally $34.00. And Matt’s mom got a skirt on the same rack for $3.00. Go us go.
So in conclusion, I just remembered that in the 5th grade, Brandy wrote in my yearbook: “Don’t eat fried chicken on Sundays.”