The Adventures of Goolash Salad

Tonight, I somehow got conned into making supper, even though it was Stephanie's night. Mom attributes it to the fact that I was plunking out tunes on the piano while laying down and complaining of boredom. Did you know it's actually possible to play the piano with your feet? It's not easy, but it can be done.

Anyway, after suggesting (and by suggesting, I mean leaving me no other option) that I make supper, mom requested a salad. And I said no. Apparently, the request was also a "suggestion". So as soon as I got the hamburger helper going, I pulled out the lettuce. But, as an attempt to even things out a little bit, I decided to make my new specialty. I call it Goolash Salad. It pretty much contains every single thing that had once been part of some kind of crop and many things that hadn't. It ended up with grapes, carrots, bananas, peas that had been sitting in the can for a while, some grated cheese that turned out to be moldy, bacon bits...you get the picture. There was almost no room left for the lettuce by the time I got done. I just didn't count on her making me eat it. Seriously, grapes and bacon do NOT go together. 'Tis the last time I will ever...I repeat EVER make Goolash Salad.

As an aside, I have a funny story that came to be yesterday after school as the buses were loading up. I'm usually one of the first ones on the bus, 'cause my last class is right next to the parking lot. So I sat down in my normal seat, and soon enough, a guy that I had talked to once or twice before got on the bus, and, since there weren't any more completely empty seats, he sat next to me. A couple seconds later, Greg got on the bus. He was one of my normal bus buddies as well. So he looks at the guy who occupied the seat next to me, and said, "You're stealing my friend?" and the other guy (I don't know what his name was) said, "Yeah, well maybe she's my friend now!". I was tickled. It was definately amusing. A senior and a junior bickering over a freshman...I could get used to this. :D

Fat Friday

Well, today was celebratorious, for no other reason than that French people like to get fat. So we celebrated Vendredi Gras (instead of Mardi Gras, which is on Tuesday. We didn't have time last Tuesday to squeze in the "festivities") which included eating of many and much junk foods. Of course, they were French junk foods, so it was all allowed. We pigged out on crepes and watched this show from the 80's called Telefrancais...i think it means something like "learn french". Anyway, it's a little kid show that we all love, for the sole purpose that it's so corny it's hilarious. The main people are two kids named Jacques and some other chick, along with a pinapple, whose favorite line is "Je suis un anana!" which means "I am a pineapple". You would think that you wouldn't be as proud of it as he is, but whatever floats your boat, I guess. We managed to watch about 3 episodes while making and pigging out on crepes. At one point, Anana was talking to someone on the phone, and he said his line (Je suis un anana) and the other guy said "Je parle un anana? Ha! Je suis une banana!" (I'm talking to a pineapple? Ha. I'm a banana!)We all laughed mucho.

By the time the bell rang, we still weren't out of batter for the crepes so Katherine, me, and two other guys whose names escape me stayed for about 10 minutes after class to make some more. The guys kinda just sat off to the side waiting for crepes while Katherine and I squabbled over the crepe maker. Cue cute guy. He was from one of Mme. Clark's Spanish classes, and he was coming in to take a makeup test. He didn't want any crepes, tho. I was insulted. :P But not really. They were pretty good. Especially with jam, whipped cream, and powdered sugar. I should make them at home sometime. They are mucho tasty. And just loaded with butter. That's the best part.

Just another boring Saturday afternoon

The dreary sky is raining drearily on the dreary earth and all it's dreary subjects. That wouldn't normally bug me, but this rain is making the house really cold, and we seem to be out of propane. We've actually been defrosting by a woodstove this week, but today fate decided it would be a delight to make us run out of wood. We're supposed to get mopre today. But it's still not here, so the fire keeps dying further and further. And the house gets colder and colder. As a result, I am still trying to get my hands warm enough to function halfway properly after playing the piano. As is, I have spent just as much time typing actual words as I have used the backspace bar. Grr. And that is why this blog shall remain rather short.

So, this loverly grey day has brought with it (along with typos and freezing hands) the following things:

-One Nathaniel, friend of Cayman, who had to introduce the latter to a game called antbuster that has them on the computer more often than not. It seems to be a rather pointless game, because if they aren't spending all their time staring intently at it, they just leave it running on the computer and come back to check their progress. I do not get these sort of games. Why the heck do they play (or should I say "play") this kind of stuff anyway? Other than it's ability to annoy people by slowing the computer down and playing it's ridiculous song over and over. Which brings me to the next misfortune of my day...
-Two different annoying theme songs, one from the Wii, and one from the anybuster game. While the first involves some sort of dinky donky plinky plonky music that is normally found on some ridiculous kids' show like Blue's Clues or Dora, the other is mainly composed of a very very very repetitive version of the Mexican hat dance. Did I mention that it's playing on two computers?
-Endless watching of TV. I'm pretty sure that all I've done today is watch TV and hope hopelessly for someone to get online.
-Three boys who seem to think it completely necessary to run around the house screaming and shooting each other with nerf guns.
-A kitchen so full of dishes that it's impossible to actually do anything in it that involves setting anything (whether it be a part of one's personal anatomy or not) down on any surface, except perhaps the floor.
-The sad news that allowance isn't coming until next time we're here. Yes, I know there are bigger things to worry about, but seeing as I've already mentioned them all, I figured now would be a slightly appropriate time to mention it. No money until next week. GAH!

That concludes the writing of my boring Saturday. It's too bad it doesn't conclude the actual day itself though. Oh goodness. Whatever will I do with myself?