I need sugar in my blood! *dumps bag of sugar into blood!*
Blah. :( I hate cooking. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate it.
I'm good at it, don't get me wrong... I've made more than my share of deliciousness in my time and my mom can attest to this (she used to pester me into cooking for her XD), but I've lost my love for it. I just don't like to do it anymore, and I'm pretty sure it has a lot to do with the kitchen in this house. While it has more floorspace than the kitchen at my mom's house does, it has less counterspace and an electric stove (my house has a superior... gas stove). Also, the kitchen here is usually a filthy mess, and I don't think I should have to clean the fucking thing and everyone else's mess just to cook for myself. That's retarded.
So, anyhow, Nate usually cooks for the both of us, and since my mom sent us a rice cooker and electric skillet, we cook down here more often than not, but I still don't like it. I can't say our skillet and rice cooker are really substitutes for a kitchen, since there's no counterspace down here and we use the giant microwave Nate's father gave us as a sort of a table for the cookery devices. Bluh. Once I get an actual table/counter in here, I might feel different about it, but not really.
Nate likes to cook more than I do, anyhow. Hell, he used to want to be a chef for a living, although that fell through because it's not as fruitful an occupation as he first thought and it's harder to get into than technology and IT. Oh well.
So, Nate usually provides the meals unless there's something easy to make... usually a just-add-hot-water type of miso soup or something... microwavable or a sammich. Those I don't mind so much.
But, well, Nate didn't get much of a chance to cook last night because he had Programming last night and was out until midnight, so he needed to arrange his things for today and go to bed. I ended up just getting kind of depressed from not having a meal since the night before and went to bed. I think I might be somewhat hypoglycemic. I get really weak, irritable and depressed when I don't have a decent meal or atleast a decent source of carbohydrates every several hours.
So, anyhow... I was all snappy and stuff and went to bed without eating, and woke up and felt alright, except that I was horribly tired... and Nate was being rushed off to school by Paul, because he's an asshole that needs a kick to his one remaining nut (Pat told me about this, ok? x.x), so he left around 2:30 in the afternoon or so, and I went back to sleep until 5 something when I woke up and puttered around, fed the kitties, went on the computer, etc. Around 7 or so, I started to feel a bit depressed again, so I filled up the electric kettle and made myself some miso soup, as I was letting it cool a bit, Pat came home with groceries, and I had to unload the car, since Josh is in invalid and Hannah is a retarded troll.
so, half-way through that, I get a bit shakey and stuff, so I eat some miso soup real quick and finish. Now, I've finished my miso soup, feel better and will soon have some progresso clam chowdah. :d
And then, Nate will come home and I will tell him about my harrowing experience with death and he'll feel bad. XD
Mm. Powerade is so much less obnoxious tasting than gatorade.
Gotta pay the phone bill tomorrow. Fuck. :(
I'm good at it, don't get me wrong... I've made more than my share of deliciousness in my time and my mom can attest to this (she used to pester me into cooking for her XD), but I've lost my love for it. I just don't like to do it anymore, and I'm pretty sure it has a lot to do with the kitchen in this house. While it has more floorspace than the kitchen at my mom's house does, it has less counterspace and an electric stove (my house has a superior... gas stove). Also, the kitchen here is usually a filthy mess, and I don't think I should have to clean the fucking thing and everyone else's mess just to cook for myself. That's retarded.
So, anyhow, Nate usually cooks for the both of us, and since my mom sent us a rice cooker and electric skillet, we cook down here more often than not, but I still don't like it. I can't say our skillet and rice cooker are really substitutes for a kitchen, since there's no counterspace down here and we use the giant microwave Nate's father gave us as a sort of a table for the cookery devices. Bluh. Once I get an actual table/counter in here, I might feel different about it, but not really.
Nate likes to cook more than I do, anyhow. Hell, he used to want to be a chef for a living, although that fell through because it's not as fruitful an occupation as he first thought and it's harder to get into than technology and IT. Oh well.
So, Nate usually provides the meals unless there's something easy to make... usually a just-add-hot-water type of miso soup or something... microwavable or a sammich. Those I don't mind so much.
But, well, Nate didn't get much of a chance to cook last night because he had Programming last night and was out until midnight, so he needed to arrange his things for today and go to bed. I ended up just getting kind of depressed from not having a meal since the night before and went to bed. I think I might be somewhat hypoglycemic. I get really weak, irritable and depressed when I don't have a decent meal or atleast a decent source of carbohydrates every several hours.
So, anyhow... I was all snappy and stuff and went to bed without eating, and woke up and felt alright, except that I was horribly tired... and Nate was being rushed off to school by Paul, because he's an asshole that needs a kick to his one remaining nut (Pat told me about this, ok? x.x), so he left around 2:30 in the afternoon or so, and I went back to sleep until 5 something when I woke up and puttered around, fed the kitties, went on the computer, etc. Around 7 or so, I started to feel a bit depressed again, so I filled up the electric kettle and made myself some miso soup, as I was letting it cool a bit, Pat came home with groceries, and I had to unload the car, since Josh is in invalid and Hannah is a retarded troll.
so, half-way through that, I get a bit shakey and stuff, so I eat some miso soup real quick and finish. Now, I've finished my miso soup, feel better and will soon have some progresso clam chowdah. :d
And then, Nate will come home and I will tell him about my harrowing experience with death and he'll feel bad. XD
Mm. Powerade is so much less obnoxious tasting than gatorade.
Gotta pay the phone bill tomorrow. Fuck. :(