i felt happy though cause i wouldn't touch the pizza cause it had like 3 different types of cheese, sweetcorn, bacon and chicken on it per my friends requests i was like
'why do you want this much cheese?!' XD
i kept saying 'tell me when to stop!' by the time she did the pizza was covered in orange and yellow.
but i was happy cause i felt rather useless with le crutches so being able to cook was a big lift o3o
I got the kitchen done! Now for both living rooms and the toy room. . . work out room. . . gaming room. . . and the five bedrooms and three bathrooms. . .
. . . master bedroom and bathroom are going to suck! XD
. . .and then maybe I'll do the yard when I'm done with the house! We have some a lot of plants that need watering O_O
in that case it may be interesting to note, that as a man, if my room is dirty, it is clean, unless it is a mess, in which case it is dirty. and if it looks like a tornado ran through it, well that means that I should probably get to cleaning it when I have some free time.
Fact: ok, this is a bit weird, but for some reason while I was sleeping this came to my mind. when I was in 7th grade I was not vary popular, and I was bullied. it didn't help that I was in a school that was so ghetto, some of the teachers where my bullies. one day during class this kid was smacking me with a small pamphlet or magazine or something. this kid, I had thought, was my friend, but it turned out he was just another bully messing with me. I got sick of it. maybe it was the day, maybe it was all the things that had happened to me up to this point, but something in me snapped. I turned and caught the book thing before her hit me again, ripped it from his hand and started smacking him with it as hard as I could. then I got up, still smacking him, and threw the paper down, grabbed his collar and ripped him from his own seat. he swung a few times, I swung harder. he was on the ground bleeding before I even knew it. I looked at what I had done, not scared, or afraid, a little proud actually. My brain was so rushed it was working faster then usual, I knew in the split second that the fight was done that I would be sent to the principles, so I walked out of the room and went straight there. I had to tell him why I was there before the teacher had even called. after I returned to school the next week the whole school was in disagreement. half the school, the half that had actually been there, said I had won, the other half, the people who didn't beleive it, didn't want to beleive it, including the kid, had said I had lost and ran away. when they would tell me I lost I would just laugh and say. "the fact is, I was the one who walked to the principles office, and he was the one that was carried. if that's losing I don't wanna win." and that would shut them up.
since then I have never got into a fight, I don't even remember the feeling, the rush it caused. it isn't like I have avoided fights, it is just that I don't allow my parents to put me is schools where everyone is a dick.