my dad bought these for my french class. we had to do these food projects and my teacher assigned me these. they aren't even french! anyway, i thought they were microwavable, turns out they have to be baked in the oven (for 12-14 minutes at 450 degrees F no less). and then i realized shortly before starting this that i also told myself i would study for a test i have tomorrow in biology "before i went to bed" which will probably be around midnight.
so to pass the time, i'm sitting here at my laptop, at this old wooden table yettt again, listening to weird indie music, searching random things on wikipedia, going through lolita's archives and bugging a few random people with annoying small talk and irky questions. why does AIM have to be so awkward? and why do we have school for a day and a half?! seriously pointless.
i'm not even tired. and i have to get up at six so i have time to get these WEENIES out of the fridge and put them in a nice shopping bag so i don't forget them. i don't think i'll have much trouble waking up though. at least i hope not. at least i don't have gym. at least at least at least. that's the last thing i should be saying right now.
i'm christmas shopping on tuesday (so lateeeee ugh) and and andddd gosh i hope the weenies don't burn.
James Gillray, 1794. look at that. we were even superficial bitches in the eighteenth century.
