YAYYYY! I gave you what you wanted. All the posts. Every single bleeding day. Now they are here for your visual enjoyment.

Enjoy. Please. Don't make these hours of work go to waste. It would make me cry. Well, maybe I wouldn't cry, but I'd certainly have a miffed expression.

Today I woke up at noon. (Ah, to be a teenager, how delightful.) So I decided to make dinner. Off to Clement Street I went! Well, first I had to stop off at Claire's to see if they sold earrings that would match the ones they stabbed through my ears. They didn't. Oh well. However, I had to suck it up and move on. I was on an expedition to make....


  • 1 can of Cream of Mushroom soup
  • 1 can of Cream of Celery soup
  • 1 can of French Onion soup
  • 2 1/2 cups of plain white rice
  • 1 1/2 lbs of chicken breast
  • One 9x12 pan
Throw it all in the pan. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Cover pan with tin foil. Cook for an hour. Eat.

So I bought some of my foods at the asian market mentioned in several other posts. And I got myself my steamed pork buns and was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the 2-Clement to show up. 

First off, I forgot to mention that the bus driver on my way to Clement looked skeptical when I paid the 17 and under fare... now back to my story.

Little underaged me was sitting there, eating my pork bun and giving the crumbs to the awesome bird in front of me. (I had to feed it. It had the same color eyes as mine.) I looked up and there was this guy standing nearby. 
Not so odd, this is a bus stop after all... However, he was looking right at me when I looked up at him and then smiled.

"Hi! How are you?" said the man.
"Good?" I am very confused at this point. Strangers are not usually this friendly.
"You have very pretty eyes!" I don't think he noticed that this comment caused me to roll my "very pretty eyes". (And people wonder why I always wear sunglasses on the bus. Hmph.)

I think he was 30. Today was my day for looking older I guess...

(Mom, start breathing again. Look, I'm posting. I am not locked up in a deserted warehouse with WiFi typing a ransom note to you... Breath for me? Thank you. I'm perfectly safe.)

We watched True Blood during dinner... again.


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