I've taken to eating oatmeal for breakfast.

I normally don't eat breakfast, and I normally don't eat oatmeal, but I realized there were two boxes sitting around, so perhaps they should be eaten. I don't want to leave them when I move, but I don't want to throw them away.

One box is disgusting Kroger brand Cinnamon Roll. I figured since I couldn't get to Walmart to get their Cinnamon Roll oatmeal, Kroger brand should work just fine. It's still cheaper than Quaker, and hopefully it would be similar to the Walmart kind, being the "store brand". I made it, and it had this AWFUL aftertaste to it... Now that I think about it, I haven't written Kroger to ask about that. I'll make a bowl tomorrow and see how it goes. I don't like the Quaker brand, even when I make it the way I like my oatmeal (Just enough water to hold it together, so I end up with clumps of crunchy-ish but not dry oatmeal) it's still too soft. Perhaps I am weird, but I like my oatmeal to have more texture than "lumpy".

Either way, I have the Kroger Cinnamon Roll, and a box of ... oatmeal. Some Weight Control Maple/Brown Sugar my friend gave me a long time ago. Remnants of a box of fruit and cream (blueberry, peach, banana). A packet of Quaker cinnamon roll.

The fruit and cream oatmeals are much better than I thought they would be, though lacking a bit in fruit chunks.

At least they aren't grits... Grits are gross.

Haha, I'm reading the Wiki on Cuisine of the Southern United States. In the Traditional Southern Breakfast section, it says: "Breakfast is an extremely important meal in the South. Southerners will often eat breakfast at all hours of the day due to its popularity."

I like breakfast, and I like it all hours of the day. But this is a ridiculously sweeping generalization. Besides, sausage, bacon, and pancakes are awesome, even if they are veggie sausage and bacon! I should buy some veggie bacon soon.

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Zatch bell is an Awesome show. Capital 'A' awesome, yes.

What proves this? First, Very Melon. Now..



Never Say Boing!

I love how Zatch sings and dances with anyone, regardless of if they are a villain or not...

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So Darkness/Humphrey Maximillian had mini-minitrumps.

My aunt sent me pictures.


Apparently the cut-off cat is Donald Trump. The black one is Darkness/HMax. The blob of orange an black are the m^2-trumps.



Here are the m^2-trumps, all in a little ball of cuteness! Oh I would drive home and take at least one if I could keep kittehs.

I still have not posted about Robot Galaxy...

Also, I won salad dressing!

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Ok. I've had this crazy song stuck in my head.

Not just any song.

The Winnie the Pooh molestation song from when I was in elementary school. They showed it to us at least once a year.

Lo and behold, just for you(!) I have managed to find:

*drumroll*

The Winnie the Pooh molestation song!

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So Dave and I are in NJ for my Robot Galaxy party tomorrow.

On the way up, we stopped in PA for gas. I decided to go play the lottery and buy a scratchy ticket. There was a pac-man ticket, but for two dollars I would have had to break a twenty, and I didn't want to do that. Hopefully I can get one on the way back.

I go to buy this Powerball ticket, and I realize two things. The first, it doesn't seem like any adjacent states on the east cost have the same multi-state lotto. The second, I don't know what they call their computer-chosen choice of numbers. Easy pick? Auto pick? Quick pick? Machine pick? Comp-draw? Kwyjibo? I don't know!

So here I am in this gas station, and I end up asking the attendant for a "random draw of whatever the multi-state lottery happens to be". Which ends me up with a Powerball ticket.

Then we get to NJ, and continuing to follow my mom's logic/corollary to "gamble out of state/away from home because no one from home ever wins the lottery" (she is certain there is some sort of keep the winnings out of the ghetto conspiracy), stop by the local grocery on the way back from breakfast so that I may gamble.

I buy a scratch ticket, and I win nothing. Pooh. I go to buy a Mega Millions (because it is the state after PA, so they do MM, haha), but I realise, what is it that I want? Computer? Easy? Quick? I don't know!

It seems if I ask for "just one" of "whatever the multi-state major lottery happens to be", then I will automatically get one set of randomly selected numbers. Perhaps this is my best method of obtaining a lottery ticket.

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Firstly.

Yesterday Dave, his family and I went to get manicures. I have a delightful pink/purple/fuchsia color, with some iridescent purple/blue. I also got my eyebrows waxed. I'd still like to get them threaded.

Then we went to Goodwill. There I found ... the doll... that I have been searching for since high school. I have the other four, because I had the barbies, and so I needed the dolls.

What doll was this? The Lance Bass N*sync marionette. The big one. $2.50. The whole set for under $15.

None of my friends believe that I collect the N*Sync dolls, but it's only because I have the barbies, which I have because I thought they were quite ridiculous.

Now on to Fat Donut Bitch.

My parents decide to get lost on the way to Dave's to park for graduation. I make it to graduation, late, obviously, and Fat donut bitch decides to point out the obvious. "You're really late". No shit i'm really late. Shit happens, go back to your donut since you are obviously too high and mighty to help me get to where I need to be. So I tell her in that 'what the fuck are you thinking to so obviously state the obvious' sort of way, "yeah. i know." and walk away from her. Stupid woman.

So I'm sitting in my seat, we eventually get to go up to the stage.

Guy infront, Hanson. Me, Har-yeah. Han OBVIOUSLY comes before Har, and I am OBVIOUSLY the only "jessica"/girl, so OBVIOUSLY I must go after guy who has the last name of "hanson". Nope, we need to switch places.

So we get to the stage. Bevlee calls "hanson" while I am standing there. So she shoots a dirty look at me, like it's my fault her cronies don't know their heads from their asses. I'm graduating, I'm pretty sure I know my alphabet left right up down and kitty corner.

Then my parents leave without telling me they are leaving, and I spend an hour and a half looking for them before I give up. GRR. Oh well, mom had to work. *shrug*.

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