...is such a lame title. But hey, it's all I could think of. This week has been a weird week. It should have been all cool considering I had Monday off, but because it didn't even feel like I had Monday off because I had to wake up early anyway. So that was lame. Oh well. So Monday I took care of Jake, it was ok. Except for that fact that we ended up playing computer games for like eternity and I ended up getting a head ache... that was lame. Lame. My new word of choice. Tuesday was ok. Culinary class was outrageous as usual. I almost hate that class. Almost. Except for Chris, Za'l, & Annette.. that class is whack. Wiggity whack. Winter session, when I took Cul 1, I had the time of my life. I learned so much. It was amazing. Chef Daniel was amazing. Everything we made was new for me, things I had never done before. This time however.... our first day of class we made meatloaf. Meat loaf. I mean if that doesn't set up how the semester is gunna go then I don't know what will.... maybe the Strogonoff we made this week. Ugh it was disgusting. I thought the beets we had to use from last week were gross. I am NOT a fan of beets. They may have a beautiful color to them when you broil them, but they do not taste like anything I would like to eat on a daily basis. Bring on duck livers, cow intestines, goats milk, and bull testicles but leave the damn beets in the ground or at the dump! Whatever.
Next week we're making Veal Cordon Bleu and Fajitas.. cordon bleu is so lame. Ham & cheese with some other crap on it.. boring. I keep attempting to give Chef Thomas diarriah with the fact that I love spicy food, but sadly so does he.. although he really really really loves SALTY!!! I'm sure if I served him sea water to drink he would love it. So bad for you when you have too much.
Anyway. So class was lame. He expects a group of 20 of us to cook all at the same time on a stove that maybe can only serve 10 of us if we each had 2 different dishes going (like we did Tuesday night). So lame. So that was hecktic. Hecktik. Heckteck. Whatever.
Wednesday. Physical fitness will eventually kill me. If not, it'll most likely render me cripple. I'm sorry, Handicapped. Or unhandy. Whatever's politically correct these days. It's hard to tell since I haven't seen the news lately. Anyway. It's going to kill me. If not, the one really old black guy in there will. He's so freaking annoying. And he talks with this slow over emphasising voice. It's like "come on already, I have a life to live, I don't have all day to listen about how you had eggs for breakfast or sprained your ankle in a canyon." Seriously. Or about his stupid home gym in his garage that he couldn't use because since it was raining he had to park his car in there. I mean, come on... who gives that much crap about a piece of junk car. So he talked for like, ever. After that class was over and all my limbs were screaming at me, I had AQUA AEROBICS!!! My new frienemy! I finally had a lock for a locker so I wouldn't have to carry around my undies. Ha ha ha. It's funny how before I jump in the pool, I change into my swim suit in the bathroom stall but AFTER class... I just get naked in the shower and change in front of everyone. I think it's because by this point I'm so damn tired that I could just nap in the shower while I'm at it. Which is why I ususally sleep for 2 hours in my truck till my next class starts.
Stupid new year resolution of weight loss. I make one every year and every year I fail. But this year will be different. I WILL lose the weight by December. I will because I want to go on a cruise. I don't care where, I just want to go! Anywhere but here... that's the motto of my destination. Of course it would probably help if I had a damn job. I try so hard looking that really, somedays, I just want to say who the hell cares? My family. All day, everytime I see them it's "When are you going to get a job and stop being lazy?" Yeah because waking up every morning at 5 am to go to school till 10 pm and still have time for homework and dinner is being lazy. Nevermind the fact that only 1 family member officially finished high school with a diploma; the rest have GED's and no one's been to college. Why don't they ever tell that to Cesar? Oh that's right, because he was smart enough to go away to school and not answer phone calls. Lucky. Why can't I be an avoider?
Oh well... C'est la vie. I miss French... sort of. Mostly I miss MKat... But she's all married and stuff and off being a wifey to her hubby. I wish I could do that. Well I can, except I wouldn't be an official wifey.. just a pretend one! Ha ha ha. I love my "hubby" though. He's so sweet. I woke up Valentine's day with vertigo and he totally took care of me and bought me chocolate to feel better. He spoils me. I only wish I could help him with the bills. But he says he doesn't need help and he just wants me to go to school. That's cool I guess. But I would really like to be more useful instead of just feeling like a tumor. He says that one day I'll get a better job because of all the schooling and I'll just support him! It's true..
One day...
"The purpose in life is a life with purpose." Robert Byrne
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