| As my family gets ready to go to Cancun for my uncle's wedding, I'm getting ready for finals. To ensure my survival, my mom bought me lots of snacks and cup noodles. I was told not to cook because nobody will be home to take me to the hospital or to help put out the fire in my hair. I didn't plan on cooking anyways. I'd rather starve and shrivel up than cook because there's like 85% chance that I'd accidentally create poison.
Once, I tried to be fancy and make myself an omelette sandwich. Everything was so perfect... but then I realized there was no more bread. So I did this:
Yeah, it's pretty pathetic compared to what my parents make:
I must've felt really proud after biting it because I found many pictures of it in a "MmMm" folder. But what matters is I did NOT get a stomach ache from it so I consider it a success story. 
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| today i squished a centipede this long __________________ with my sandwich. damnn i was scared. bittersweet.
it was running away at max speed. my weapon was either my DS or the sandwich. |
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| writing makes me feel better. |
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