This is probably a follow up of my previous post without me meaning to... but, I guess my life is more like a series of themes and literary devices. (Fitting, since I'm a European Studies major...)
I keep forgetting that I'm NOT allowed to just say "hey. I'm a little miffed that you're dating her, when you should be dating me."
This is so awkward. And I mean it in every sense of the word.
Gotta love friends.... So. Anyway.
I'm so ... what's the word... Thankful that Thanksgiving was just barely.
... No school for 5 whole days.
Let me re-iterate:
I didn't have to watch my mouth for 5 whole days.
It's great to be home.
I made Thanksgiving.
manhandled the turkey.
Does anybody comprehend the feat I have just accomplished? NO? remember the days when I literally lived off cereal. Literally. and Figuratively?
Gah... those were the days....
but now that I've proven my self capable of culinary competence, I can no longer return to the care-free and responsibility-vacant, nomadic nutritional lifestyle that once dominated my decisions in meals.
My mom is convinced I shall one day return to the land of the aprons...
Also known as Christmas dinner.
Heaven Help me.
I kinda liked it.
Why didn't I take a picture of that moment in the sink when I harassed the innards out of that turkey (whom I dubbed Hank.... "Hanksgiving." haw haw New Girl Joke)
ALL day slaving away!
I'm at a fork in the road between deciding that I'm being manipulated into the life of cooking or... if I'm just happy to bike down the path of it.
Peace yo. :)