So I was talking to some random people, and then suddenly this random girl came up. I guess I said something bad or something…? She said something in bitter rage. Without a sound, she took out a knife.
At that moment, one would freeze and the next thing they know, a knife is in their kidney.
But for me, it was different. My reaction to it was immediately kicked her in the stomach.
After that, I woke up and I just thought to myself, “What the hell was that?” ._.
Just shows how anti-climatic I am. Lol.
I don’t got no name for this because I just made it out of a whim. So I was hungry at night and t’was searching around for some kind of chicken breast recipe because I still had a lot of chicken breast. What inspired me was the fact that there was a recipe that involved mayonnaise. So I thought, “Hey! I have mayonnaise! Why not try that one?” Then I looked at the rest of the ingredients and found out that I don’t have them. Oh, well.
If you want, put on some of dem greens if you want to. You know… basil…
This taste fine to me and that’s why I’m recording it here so I can remember what the hell I did. I ate this with nothing else, but my brother said I should eat it with rice. I didn’t because I was too lazy to get me rice. Maybe I’ll post pictures one day… when I have some kind of camera that I can connect to my computer.
I just made cajun chicken alfredo, and I thought I might as well write on how I made it so I could remember the next time I made it. Yep. It ain’t nothing special, especially for someone like me. Yeah, I can’t cook for shit.
Servings: Possibly 4 (lol)
So yeah. I need to add in a bit of a kick to this, I just wonder what… (psstt… try adding some chili)
It’s been a day or two since my brain finally realized that the girl isn’t exactly blond. By the way, I don’t understand the difference between the word blond and blonde. Is there even a difference? I’m superficial and I do like blondes a lot better. I mean, I don’t think her hair would be black on the top, including her roots, and blond towards the bottom. Unless her hair is magical, in which I am amazed.
Like I’ve said before, her hair color is in a war with each other. Sometimes if she dyes it or something like that. Then again, she would somehow [undye] it for a few days and then dye it blond again. Which is pretty frickin’ stupid I tell you. I don’t know how dyeing works since I’ve never done it before. Huh… ._.
Okay, I’m going back to the fact that her hair is magic. MAGIC I TELL YOU! MAGIC!
So today my school went into a lock down because they thought that somebody with a gun was near our school. Turns out, it was actually just a car backfiriing. Woo. There went my one chance of excitement.
Anyways, so I was talking about that blonde whom I appear to grow a crush for, which is weird. I’ve come to realize that she isn’t technically blond since her roots aren’t blond, they’re black. Somehow… I should be disappointed, and I am. Yet my mind is forcing that reality back and is trying to make me think that her hair is magical still. It’s like my mind wants me to keep my focus on her still, even though it knows that I’m very superficial.
Today (lol) was weird. During fourth period, I noticed that she was staring at me, and I couldn’t help but to look back. I was trying very hard not to, but it got the best of me. She creeped me out… I was supposed to be the one doing that! How dare she! I think she caught on to me creepily staring at her, and I guess it’s kind of my fault for obviously doing it. I don’t know if I’m deaf or not, but I think I heard her say something about me being a creeper. And that makes me feel sad.
I told my friend about that situation and she said that she “liked” me. The only problem with this is that my friend doesn’t even know who this girl is and her behavior. Trust me on this, we [probably] have nothing in common. Then again, I do get along well with people who I don’t share things in common with, it’s just that I have difficulty starting a conversation. That’s always the cause, huh? I don’t know what I meant by that.
I don’t like getting my hopes up because that’s what I’ve been doing all these years. I have expectations of something, it goes the other way, and once again I’m dissatisfied. I’m too shy to approach strangers and I always imagine the terrible things that might happen if I did. So I’m hoping this small little crush goes away soon. Maybe it’ll make this year go a lot quicker.
If you guys must know, her name is Justis (pronounced Justice). Her writing is terrible, maybe even worst that mine.