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<<12.15.03 9:26>> soooooo as we sit there pondering our existance in french, we are informed that yes, we have to bake a cake. and not just any cake. no, we must create a "Bouche de Noel", which is a Christmas Mouth. And it looks like a log decorated with holly and such. Go figure. So as it is decided that one person in the group shall be responsible for the actual cakey-bit, every head swivels to look at me. Guess I'm it. So after a nice long 3.5 hours [not 4, so she only paid me $35] of running around making sure children had pizza and didn't accidently run into trees, i come home. it's around 715, i'm ready to take a shower, write my hideous physics paper i forgot about, and bake that damn cake. i discover, to my dismay, that my father [in a weird fit of [productivity] hardboiled eggs. ALL THE EGGS. shuu needs 4 eggs shuu has ZERO eggs it has just rained, and there is a delightful icy slickiness all over the road. you can only imagine the joy. of course, instead of going down to the Beach Superette, which i avoid like the plauge because i had a bad dream about it, i drive all the way to Cub, just so I can stop at JoAnne Fabric and bag myself some silver tinsel with which i have made a halo to wear to school tomorrow. i think the entire expedition cost me $3 [in things bought, nevermind gas and emotional trauma] and took around an hour. plus my contact lens began fucking up, so i was howling as i drove along the road trying not to hit deer and this one fucking pedestrian that was cruising along at a brisk trot and 8 fucking pm in the dark and cold and snow and drizzel. wanker. i get home. i shower. i rip out my contacts and find my anti-glasses [the Gnome-wear] that i've been wearing since...uh...grade school. i stopped in 7/8th grade, honest. ><;;; and bad hair. and scrubs. i look like hell ne. and then my cake? no no, tis not a cake. tis a fucking omlette that is french with vanilla in it! BAH HUMBUS!! ~shuu - - This is the way we skip and skip, lalala, lalala - THE JUSTICE HOLE; STANDBY FOR SUPER CREDITS - |