So you know my favorite part of my morning cereal? The Fiber sticks.
I eat Kashi GoLean, the healthiest, plainest cereal known to man. Probably made of mushed carrots and seaweed, toasted to perfection, with a little bit of honey flavoring to make it taste even remotely edible. Normal people eat it with milk, and a spoon, and probably a cup of sugar over the top.
I, however, do not.
I eat a cup of it plain, naked, nudey, milk-less, piece by piece, every single morning with a cup of ice coffee, and ENJOY it! Before I developed a taste for it, I called it 'A healthy Part of your Hamster Pellet Diet Breakfast!', now I call it 'Close to being on God's list of 13 gifts to man'. What's the appeal? I dunno. But every morning I wake up and look forward to that bowl of carrot n' seaweed with my abnormally large 36-ounce glass of ice-coffee, and I come down here, and I accomplish nothing worth mentioning on this computer (Who I lovingly refer to as Optimus Prime). Mostly I like the fiber sticks in the cereal, though. They're funest to eat, cause they're sticks, and sometimes shaped like hooks. :]
Moving on. So yesterday I got everything I need to do for school this year written down on paper, got in a trip to Wal*Mart, watched the episode of House where he gets hit by a bus, and missed Taekwondo again because I hurt my hip last Wednesday. Wal*Mart was a zoo, and I had to fight with a bunch of fat people for a bag of shredded fiesta cheese. I don't know what it is about fat people and cheese, but they're always hovering around the cheese aisle. And I'm certainly not trying to offend or stereotype, but goodness gracious! Don't hiss at me when I reach out to grab a bag! I saw it first!
No wonder I've lost my liking for cheese. Too dangerous.
And yeah, missed Taekwondo. It's been a WEEK, and I really really super miss it. I wish my stupid popping hip would just get better. I'm tired of everyone ducking for cover every time I rotate it, and an exploding 'POP' resounds. And sitting around for a good 7 days with little to no exercise has made me feel like the world's blobbiest blog, and with nothing but my PMS-influenced mind to keep me company, it has been QUITE a 7 days. It has consisted of self pity and chocolate abuse.
I've also discovered our blender, recently. It's a fun and loud contraption, that crushes ice, yogurt, milk, banana, and strawberries into a deliciously smooth consistency. I'm talking about a smoothie, babeh'. Word up. 8]
Our stove is fun, too! I've been experimenting with baking goodies, and cooking, and stuff. Dangerous territory, but I must say, I'm not too shabby at making things that don't look like they'll eat you first. Even the questionable dishes that do growl at innocent bystanders taste delicious. I made a healthy alternative to Apple Crisp the other day, and my goodness, that stuff makes me melt (Even if it does look like the Swamp Thing). I keep going upstairs to sneak bites from the pan it's in. It makes me feel like the Hamburglar.
So on to what I want to accomplish today.
- School
- Gym
- Vacuum my room
- Clean my horrendous bathroom
- Finish the TKD flyer for my TKD instructor
- Make this blog fit for human eyes
- Try out this new church and make a buddy
- Keep happeh, and brighten a day or two
Keeping a smile on my face might be a bit difficult since it's so dreary outside today, but what's life without a little challenge to it? I'm full of hamster pellets and fiber sticks, coffee and joy, God's constantly sneezing his blessings on me (On purpose, or by accident, I dunno, but I'm not complaining! If God has a cold, he can hang around me. :D I like his sneezes. Rainbows are probably launched from his nose.), my family's good, my Jake is good, school's going to push me to my limits this year, and I am cooking a questionable-looking dish for dinner tonight in the crock-pot, I have applecrisp and dark chocolate I can chow on, I can scare the ever living crap out of people in the cheese aisle by simply rotating my hip, and most of all....
I found this.
May the force be with you all!
Chips