Thursday, June 03, 2004
I. Am. Going. To. KILL. Marth! He was listening to the song "Strong Star Warrior" from the Kirby anime soundtrack (the Japanese one; the English one doesn't have most of the original music) on FULL BLAST and on REPEAT. Now I've got this cursed earworm no thanks to Miss Sneaky-Neat-Freak-Band-Geek! I know what you're thinking. You're like "OH NO, EARWORMS! GROSS! YUCK! BARF!". Nooo! "Earworm" is the medical (amazing, ain't it?) term for a song stuck in your head. Usually I get these stupid band geek songs stuck on repeat in my mind (usually "Sun Dance" "Antithigram", "Battle of Shiloh", "Celebrations", "Flight of the Pegasus" or the first movement of "Hebrides Suite"). Grrrrrr! I'll seek revenge! I SWEAR I'll get you back for this, Marth(a) Lowell!
Samus is running around with her stupid "Magical Pretty Sammy" craziness. I'm surrounded by idiots!
{In a childish scrowl in yellow ink}
But we're YOUR idiots!
{In a childish scrowl in green ink}
But we're YOUR idiots!
{In red ink}
Great, now Ness and Link's Mini-Me have been corrupted. Well, I did kinda get corrupted by an idiotic babysitter once when I was a toddler. Even when I was that young, I knew that Sain happened to be a big idiot. I felt so sorry for Kent, having to put up with (in)Sain. It's kinda funny when you hear a kid singing "99 Bottles of Beer" at the top of his lungs. BUT THE POINT IS THAT NESS AND THE OTHER LINK ARE CORRUPTED IN A BAD WAY!!! Must find the source!
OH NO!!! Crap, I'm soooo dead! It's my turn to cook tonight. Marth was suppose to cook on Tuesday, but we all got a day off for my b-day (I'm so LOVED!), so he cooked yesterday. Pretty good. Now it's my turn. I hate cooking. I can't cook even if my life depended on it. I remembered the first time I even cooked. In my army, we took turns cooking and I had to do it once (and ONLY once). I decided to cook lotsa barbequed beef, chicken, and pork. Yes, good ol' artery-clogging meat! The thing was, though, is that I kinda left them cooking for a little too long. Basiclly, I burnt all the meat I wanted to cook. After that, all the good cooks in the army wouldn't let me help them. Well, I was afraid to undercook them... Oopsie.
I think I should do something simple. I know! Hamburgers! Barbequed one- pound burgers! Yes, a big, fat, juicy barbequed burger! Seems simple enough. Ok, so I like to eat lotsa meat, so sue me!
{Black markings and barbeque sauce all over this section of the page}
So I'm not like 99% of the men in the world who can grill meat perfectly. I (accidently) set fire to the grill. Burnt all the meat, bottle of barbeque sauce leaked all over my clothes. I'm all charred because I poured all the gasoline onto the charcoal to make the fire go more. As a pyromaniac, I know that you shouldn't use a lot of flammable liquids on a fire or you'll regret it. Why didn't I listen to my pyro senses when they were tingling? Marth's rolling with laughter. Now that I think about it, his laughing kinda reminds me of a chihuahua. A baby girl chihuahua. Perhaps Italian'll do?
{Pasta sauce all over this section of the page}
Aww, man. I can barely see! My eyes are watering like crazy! Stupid onions. I've cut some garlic, mushrooms, olives, and onions for the pasta sauce. After I got the sauce going (it was a jar of sauce), I put the pasta in. I taste-tested my dish and found the pasta weird. It was hard as a rock! How come mine wasn't like the Olive Garden kind?! Chihuahua Boy's still at it after finding out about the pasta. BOO-YA! I nailed him/her with the box of pasta! Now, what can I cook that won't go wrong?!
{Some oil stains on this section of the page}
Whomever invented the frozen pizza should be drugged out onto the street and shot. I put oil on the pizza pan, but the bottle slipped outta my hands and spilled all over the place. I got the pizza in and set it for the time that was on the box. Halfway through, I smelled that distinct scent of something burning. I looked inside and saw the pizza on fire!!! Oh, geez! That meat pizza went up in flames! What's with me setting fire to the food today?! If it wasn't my job to cook today, then I would be enjoying the sight of the dinners on fire.
I just bribed Luigi to cook for me. He was so happy about my needing of his help that he cooked up an excellent dish! Fried chicken and French fries! My favorite kinda food: FRIED! Yayness! I'm SAVED!!! Time to eat! I'm soooo gonna pig out on this!
CRAP! I have loads of dishes to wash! I hate cooking.
—Roy
