I spent most of the day in the kitchen. Reading, watching Friends reruns on TV. Nothing too exciting.
Madison and Katie played beer pong against their people at home over skype. They won.
I have to start thinking about what classes I'm going to take next year. All I know for sure is history and band. And a lab science. Probably Biology. Rocks sound even less exciting than normal right now. Rocks are my other option. Oh yeah there's choir too...ugh. That's going to suck.
Lots of reading to do for sociology tomorrow. And it's all sideways. We got our essay "titles" (not prompts. Don't say prompts or they'll look at you funny.) on Tuesday and they all seem really straight forward. And it's a max of 2000 words which is comforting. It shouldn't be that bad. They are really scary about referencing and plagiarism though. The lecturer even said that we have to reference on our exam...where we can't actually look at any books or sources...so we just have to remember authors and their books and the years they were published and where they were published. She did say not page numbers. It's still bullshit.
Oh yeah, this is how Irish eggs look: Brown and orange. This is mostly for Madre--she's weird about eggs.
I prefer white pasteurized eggs-they don't have them there? Weird! Grandma Darlene gave us some eggs from Wes' chickens and I let your dad mix them with chorizo and i did eat them that way.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen any! I'm sure they have them somewhere though. It's funny that's you aren't wary of chorizo, but fresh eggs weird you out haha
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