Aug 05, 2005 00:09
Bleck. Cleaning my room is icky. I mean, it's totally necessary but soooo time-consuming. I get to empty everything in my drawers onto the floor so that it can become a "major fire hazard," then try to sort what's worth keeping/ donating/ trashing permanently. Mom wanted all my college books out of boxes and into the cabinets. That totally sucks but is vaguely satisfying. I mean, I keep waaaay too many books and stuff when the cabinet is almost bursting at the seams. At least the parents are happy about stuff being off the floor.
Oh, and I'm becoming a regular cook. Scary, I know. I'm pretty much the primary dinner cook for the family, which means everyone's happier than me. Dammit. Why does food taste better when you're not the one cooking it? I mean seriously! I'm making my grandma's family recipe for BBQ sauce (I get to grill tomorrow night...again), and the parents are saying it smells delicious. Except I can't smell a damn thing! Ack! But it did taste pretty damn good; heck, cook's prerogative is taste testing the product. So, yup. Becoming a regular cook. I might even try cooking something...creole. Not just tasty but a presentation in itself!
Okay, rambling. After all, nothing really exciting is happening. I just felt weird not putting something down. Eh.