I'm sitting here in the kitchen on Piers the lappy while Terumi cooks dinner. We're having "make your own bastardized sushi" night. Chicken and hotdogs, in MY sushi? Yeap!
So anyway, sitting here, Terumi looks up. "...Why is there smoke?"
Oh snap. I immediately open the window and then check to make sure the cake-thing I made in the oven isn't burning despite the fact that I turned off the oven a half hour ago.
Then I look at the stove. There's a pot on the back burner with something in it.
"What's in the pot?"
"Oil."
"THERE'S YOUR ANSWER!"
This is a long post related to art and my classes. Ye be warned.
It's really hard to be mad at someone when they are so damn nice as a person. Perhaps on the professional level they anger and annoy you, but as a person, you think, this is a...
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Congratulations Kat! You and three of your best friends have been able to live with one another for a month under the same roof!
Geezum, did I really move-in here on August 20th? And I haven't made very many posts since haven't lost my mind yet? I mean, I've heard warnings about living with friends, but as it turns out, we're pretty good at it.
Then again, I heard that the problem of living with friends tends to happen when you make that high school-college jump...anyhow.
I'm rather impressed with us, actually. The biggest warning I got from my parents was eating out and such, but we haven't done too much of that. Less than we did in the dorms, come to think of it. Didn't think that would happen but...huh.
I'm having a hard time writing this post, for whatever reason.
I'm in a weird state, where not a lot is going on and yet everything is happening. I have my frustrations and my easies, things I'll explore in a post probably tomorrow. For now, I have to do some grammar work.
I will conquer the art department with drawings of attractive British men.
You might as well be calling this another Tweetaku post.
I love where I live.
And I'm glad we don't invite politically correct people to our house.
