Okay. So. I’m starting to regret getting into this whole National Blogging Month thingy. Because, if you read my site, you know that I can’t stick to one thing. A couple of months ago, I posted an entry about how I wanted to write more on this blog. It was basically a mid-year resolution and I told myself that I’d start writing in my blog like EVERY DAY. I think I didn’t post for like a month after that. I’m not really quite sure what I was thinking when I signed up for this. But, I’m going to STICK TO IT. For the time being at least.
So, right now, I’m sitting on my bed trying to come up with something incredibly witty and clever to tell people. I’ve got nothing. And I have a whole month of this. What a dilemma! After about an hour of just twiddling my thumbs trying to think of a topic for my next blog entry, I’ve decided to just screw it and go with what everybody says one should NEVER EVER write about. What I ate today. (Which, apparently, nobody cares about.)
As I said in my last post, I didn’t really eat anything yesterday. Usually, when I speak or write, my sentences are filled with huge exaggerations, but this time, I’m not stretching the truth. I basically only ate breakfast and after that I had like two apples. That’s it. But for some reason, perhaps it was because I was wired from all the adrenaline, I wasn’t even hungry (or thirsty). This morning, I woke up with what was probably the only hangover you can get from not actually drinking anything. I was starving and had a pounding headache. I had to eat.
Don’t you hate it when you look at your kitchen and visibly, you have way more food than you could possibly eat, but when you’re hungry, there’s suddenly nothing? Well– that’s basically the situation we have over here. I was in a no-carb mood this morning and our kitchen is pretty much made out of starch. I wanted an orange, but the oranges we have in our refrigerator are unfortunately the kind that secretly hate you and don’t want you to ever successfully peel them. And when you end up slicing them open instead, they have about eight million seeds inside of them for you to spit out. No fun. I ended up eating saltines with peanut butter. Yayyyy.
Anyway. This post isn’t really going anywhere. I just needed something to write about for today. Sorry if that was really boring, but I can’t be incredibly brilliant all the time. It gets exhausting.