my mum is so proud of us. We made soup. from striaght up scratch. Of course it doesn't take much to do unless you don't have any chicken broth. Then you have to make a base from vegetables but that's pretty simple too. It only takes me like fifteen minutes to make my soup. Just vegetables and water and seasonings and shit. My mom never would have thought of it though. So when I did it. She was grinning and stuff. Then when I helped my brothers do their stew (cuz they had meat and noodles, I didn't) she was proud of them too.
We had a shit load of potatoes before. Now we're running out because I make french fries like everyday.
We have these pillsbury dough boy garlic bread sticks, but my mom put that shit in the freezer. You don't put dough in the freezer I dont' know what it does to it but the box says dont' do it so dont' do it. But my mom did. So our breadsticks take forever to thaw, forever to cook, and then they still come out weird. Whatever. They taste good.....really garlicy.(duh)
So now I'm going to figure out how to make those chinese noodles that they serve with nearly everything. I want some so I have to figure out how to make some with whatever shit we have in the house. Ugh.
Okay. I'm done blogging.
Take note that I didn't whine exactly. Take note that I wasn't exactly negative. Improvement no?
(I don't see anything wrong with whining in my own journal. It's just when I go back and read it I sound like such a nutcase. I'm supposed to be getting out of that with meds and stuff right? So then it should show in my journal right? But it hasn't been so now I'm forcing it okay? Okay. (I don't know how long I'll be able to do that(I'm so retarded sometimes)but it's okay I guess.))

I remember there was this thing we were looking at in class about punctuation and when it got to parenthesis it was a whole paragraph that had was like seven parenthesis. I remember thinking that was so awesome. So awesome.

Okay. Bai for reals this time.