my family is crazy vegan. also I am a music/facebook dork.
I went downstairs at 11:00 this morning, having eaten nothing since 5:00 last night, and here is what I found in the kitchen: five (five!) kinds of vegan margarine, two kinds of hummus, two bags of something called "textured vegetable protein" (crunchy and not exactly horrific but what do you do with it?) two boxes of Kashi, a plateful of medicated dog biscuits, two kinds of unsalted peanut butter, three types of organic whole wheat bread, various half empty condiment jars, and a drawerful of sissy teas with names implying their connection with fruit and herbal remedies and general well being. I have no complaints about cooking something for me to eat, cause really I love cooking and I was looking forward to making crepes or something, but we don't even have a single egg. There's nothing you can make without eggs. I'm confused because we have chickens... like, where do the eggs go? No one left me any coffee either, and I have no idea how to use this coffee maker. I did find some pasta in the pantry so maybe I'll cook up some of that. Unless it turns out to be textured whole wheat tofu pasta, in which case I will probably die from hunger before my sister returns with my car and the promise of escape.
I had the best dream last night! Okay, so, I was at Brandeis, and some other kids and I decided we were fed up with something or other, and decided to stage a protest. We planned it all out, and we waited for this concert that the chorus was putting on, and we knew that the first piece was in the key of A so what we did was, we cued the singers to come in on an a-flat instead, and then the piano accompaniment came with an A and it sounded so awful. So they stopped and tried again but we cued an a-flat again, and of course by then we had the entire audience's attention and began a huge dramatic protest right on the stage, ending in a rousing shouting of the word BULLSHIT (led by yours truly) and then we ran outside to hide. Which of course didn't work because everyone had seen us, and they rounded us up and brought us into this like hearing thing, and the press was there so we were in all the papers and everything, and I was sitting next to Ondi from orchestra despite the fact that we've never spoken, and she said "don't worry- we can get through this." So we got a formal bitching out by some Brandeis woman, and then some punishment, I don't remember what. Later I found a computer and logged onto facebook where news of my protest was everywhere and my facebook friends were dropping like flies in a show of morality. I only had 60 left and every time I refreshed the page there would be fewer. Also, Ondi had no friends left, they had all unfriended her, and in the space where her friends should have been was just a note saying that she had shamed herself and her school.
Seriously, I have the best dreams.
Annnnywayyyy.... yay Maine. Quiet and cold but I like you.
I had the best dream last night! Okay, so, I was at Brandeis, and some other kids and I decided we were fed up with something or other, and decided to stage a protest. We planned it all out, and we waited for this concert that the chorus was putting on, and we knew that the first piece was in the key of A so what we did was, we cued the singers to come in on an a-flat instead, and then the piano accompaniment came with an A and it sounded so awful. So they stopped and tried again but we cued an a-flat again, and of course by then we had the entire audience's attention and began a huge dramatic protest right on the stage, ending in a rousing shouting of the word BULLSHIT (led by yours truly) and then we ran outside to hide. Which of course didn't work because everyone had seen us, and they rounded us up and brought us into this like hearing thing, and the press was there so we were in all the papers and everything, and I was sitting next to Ondi from orchestra despite the fact that we've never spoken, and she said "don't worry- we can get through this." So we got a formal bitching out by some Brandeis woman, and then some punishment, I don't remember what. Later I found a computer and logged onto facebook where news of my protest was everywhere and my facebook friends were dropping like flies in a show of morality. I only had 60 left and every time I refreshed the page there would be fewer. Also, Ondi had no friends left, they had all unfriended her, and in the space where her friends should have been was just a note saying that she had shamed herself and her school.
Seriously, I have the best dreams.
Annnnywayyyy.... yay Maine. Quiet and cold but I like you.