Don't eat the plastic.

Because lunch was weak again today, I went home after school and fried up some hot dogs and then had an egg salad sandwich, followed by oreos and coffee. The hot dogs took forever to cook. When I finally took them off the burner and took a few bites, I discovered that they were individually wrapped in plastic. I am almost ashamed to admit that I ate a couple bites of the plastic wrap, patiently thinking to myself that perhaps Korean hot dogs are different from our own. I mean, a girl's gotta have some level of tolerance for other cultures. I cannot very well expect them to be producing ballpark quality franks just because America does, now can I? Oh, what would me mother say if she could see me in such a state? More than likely: "I'll make you some cheese enchiladas and we'll have root beer floats for dessert. Why don't you go pick out a movie to watch?" I wondered what the bloated popping sound was coming from the frying pan. It must have been the heat wanting out of the plastic. Scientific things never made much sense to me. Why do I continually make these ridiculous food and/or fire related blunders? Have I exalted the name of Taco Bell too high and called down a curse upon my culinary skills?

....*sometime later*... Back from tkd practice. I think I'm skipping tomorrow. Nobody tell! ;o) Sometimes you just need an evening all to yourself.

Some forecasts say it's going to be in the 90's Saturday. yikes! Random Korean phrases float around in my head when I am...oh so sleepy...*yawn* ...like what the elevator lady's voice says when I arrive at the 14th floor of my building and what the subway voice says when you arrive at your destination... and stuff...and, could I get a fluffier pillow, please?...