So typing a journal online is easier for me than writing in a very pretty notebook filled with pressed dried flowers, smelling of something sweet my mom got from bath and body work, using a gel pen maybe violet, lavender or pink.

*smack*

Wow, lost myself for a minute there.

So heres to another semester without school. What to do....what....to....do..... Ok so i don't know yet and rage against the machine is addicting. Sudoku is freaking addicting and apparently my mother likes my cooking.  Secretly made a pecan pie, it totally rocked and my friends, that i shared this labor intensive delight with, agree -.-.  Made a spinach pie that i found lacking in something i dont know that my mother and cousin loved, made another pecan pie today that my mother found ew but my cousin and her friend loved.
Yes stroke my ego it feels good.
Unfortunatly i agree with my mother and the pie was gross, maybe when it cools down itll be better but heck they ate almost 2/3 of it so maybe it was good, but then again they were hungry. Damn.
Note to self: add less rum and no chocolate powder.

Went to a hibachi place last night with ma and cousin, wasn't bad but more people are needed to enjoy it. 

I love beans. Had a can full for lunch yesterday with salmon, odd combo was really tasty.  We walked back to the aparment from not to far from where we lived. On the way i walked behind the other two, not too hard seeing how much they were rushing cause of my ma's friend coming to pick them up to go to long island. It was about 1 am. No one behind me i putted away till my belly deflated. Laughed a lot before during and after. About two blocks away from the apartment in a quiet deserted scary street i told them i needed to fart my mom screamed at me to go in front of them, my cousin yelled why do you want to smell her gas, turns to me and says stand here while we run. They run i explode, seriously sounded like a car backfiring, and we die laughing. I laugh all the way home.

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now