Food and Mockery.

Dear Miss Tran (Nguyen) made a new blog without giving me the address. Am I a less preferred reader than the pedophile to the left, eating fries and reading random student's blogs? Are things awkward to that extent? Ouch.
Nevertheless, her blog is as Mymyotologic as ever. Scientists and I have noticed that she's emitting more emotional spasms than last year.
Her blogs look like..

"OMG, TODAY blah blah blah... AND THEN WE SAW A DUCK. OMGOMG LOLOLOLOLOLOLROFLMAOZOS. So anyways, Blah, blah, blah... sounded like... a duck blah? ROFLMAO KINDAA FREAKED ME OUT. SO WE WENT OUTSIDE AND MADE MYMY NOISES, SPAZZED OUT, AND DRANK MONSTERR! ASDKHGIF RUNNING AROUND, SCREAMING AND STUFF. Blah blah, unimportant text. Not emphasized by caps. AND THAT WAS MY DAYY."

Mhm.


Anyways, I just got back from a fridge-fest. Before every time we go out of town for an extended period of time, we empty out all of the perishable contents of our fridge and gluttonize ourselves. Its an awkward, stumbling, rolling around movement for the family for the rest of the weekend.

Food and mockery. That's how I deal with it.