I am....Furry Blueberry.
Its lasagna week again. May God help me.
Actually, its not that bad of a problem, although that is a problem itself. Y'see, Mom went all out on the lasagna this week, knowing how big of a glutton- I mean, how much he eats- I mean, how much food can be consumed by a certain member of my household (CoughcoughJoshcough). So, she makes an UBER batch of lasagna. For goodness sake, the pan bent under the weight of the stuff! We had to use both hands to carry it. At LEAST 9-10 pounds of the stuff, no joke.
This morning, it was gone. All of it.
Matt had two small helpings. Michael had about 4. I had two, but didn't finish them. So, that leaves...Well, I'm beginning to understand why it looks like Josh is gaining weight. HE EATS ALL OF MY FOOD!
-_- For goodness sake, I eat lasagna off a small plate. He had one of the huge ones, and it was drenched in sauce. Coated. I can see eating some, but that was enough to last me for 2 or 3 weeks, and he eats it in a DAY?!?
(sigh) No biggie. I didn't need any nightmares anyways. I have enough to worry about. Scholarship is looking pretty bad, as it stands. Better, though. I've already pulled my Web Design Grade from a low F to a D, and he told me I could turn in all 4 of my homework assignments. I made a 91 on the test (Yay!) English is same ole, same ole...ANOTHER C+. But I finally turned a paper in on time....maybe I can pull a B in there. Hopefully, Web Design too. Prob/Stats was a D, but I'm working hard in there...maybe a C? But VB...shudder. I might have done well on the test (studided for 3 or 4 hours!) but homeowrk is killing me. Oh well, cross my fingers and hope for the best. I just need something to get my mind of all this stuff...
Which is one reason I'm ecstatic I get Friday off. I mean, I only have one Friday class, but still....its an 8:15. I need something to do this weekend, though, besides pick up Super Smash Brothers Melee with Eric...hmmm....
Well, haven't been doing much on EQ. Got Kithos to 10, and got him some newbie quest equipment, although the graphics are messed up (The legs look like gloves, the arms like pants, the gloves like a bracer. At least the boots look like boots.). Devain is almost 17, after about 4 months of being 16. Bought all his spells, besides two that are on the moon (Long walk. ^_^) Mikau, the Furry Blueberry of DOOM, is 31, and paying back those bastard guards Tolus and Reskin for all the times they KS'ed me when I was a newb. DIE, Reskin! 'Course, Sergean Slate is still red...and he doesn't like people picking on his buddies. I watched him walk over a hill, out of sight, waited a minute, then started hacking on Reskin...and 10 seconds later, WHAM! Needless to say, my little kitty started singin' Selo's Accelerando and booked it. I could run circles around those two dopes...actually, I did.
Welp, I guess I better make a vain attempt at my VB homework...-_- And then see what I made on that test...(sob!)...and then, go home. And kick butt as the Furry Blueberry. And call the Muses. And stare in disbelief at the mangled pan that once held enough lasagna to feed an army, but not enough to fill Josh.
Actually, its not that bad of a problem, although that is a problem itself. Y'see, Mom went all out on the lasagna this week, knowing how big of a glutton- I mean, how much he eats- I mean, how much food can be consumed by a certain member of my household (CoughcoughJoshcough). So, she makes an UBER batch of lasagna. For goodness sake, the pan bent under the weight of the stuff! We had to use both hands to carry it. At LEAST 9-10 pounds of the stuff, no joke.
This morning, it was gone. All of it.
Matt had two small helpings. Michael had about 4. I had two, but didn't finish them. So, that leaves...Well, I'm beginning to understand why it looks like Josh is gaining weight. HE EATS ALL OF MY FOOD!
-_- For goodness sake, I eat lasagna off a small plate. He had one of the huge ones, and it was drenched in sauce. Coated. I can see eating some, but that was enough to last me for 2 or 3 weeks, and he eats it in a DAY?!?
(sigh) No biggie. I didn't need any nightmares anyways. I have enough to worry about. Scholarship is looking pretty bad, as it stands. Better, though. I've already pulled my Web Design Grade from a low F to a D, and he told me I could turn in all 4 of my homework assignments. I made a 91 on the test (Yay!) English is same ole, same ole...ANOTHER C+. But I finally turned a paper in on time....maybe I can pull a B in there. Hopefully, Web Design too. Prob/Stats was a D, but I'm working hard in there...maybe a C? But VB...shudder. I might have done well on the test (studided for 3 or 4 hours!) but homeowrk is killing me. Oh well, cross my fingers and hope for the best. I just need something to get my mind of all this stuff...
Which is one reason I'm ecstatic I get Friday off. I mean, I only have one Friday class, but still....its an 8:15. I need something to do this weekend, though, besides pick up Super Smash Brothers Melee with Eric...hmmm....
Well, haven't been doing much on EQ. Got Kithos to 10, and got him some newbie quest equipment, although the graphics are messed up (The legs look like gloves, the arms like pants, the gloves like a bracer. At least the boots look like boots.). Devain is almost 17, after about 4 months of being 16. Bought all his spells, besides two that are on the moon (Long walk. ^_^) Mikau, the Furry Blueberry of DOOM, is 31, and paying back those bastard guards Tolus and Reskin for all the times they KS'ed me when I was a newb. DIE, Reskin! 'Course, Sergean Slate is still red...and he doesn't like people picking on his buddies. I watched him walk over a hill, out of sight, waited a minute, then started hacking on Reskin...and 10 seconds later, WHAM! Needless to say, my little kitty started singin' Selo's Accelerando and booked it. I could run circles around those two dopes...actually, I did.
Welp, I guess I better make a vain attempt at my VB homework...-_- And then see what I made on that test...(sob!)...and then, go home. And kick butt as the Furry Blueberry. And call the Muses. And stare in disbelief at the mangled pan that once held enough lasagna to feed an army, but not enough to fill Josh.