Raindrops

     Lately it's been raining so much. The air is freezing cold and the sky is way too dark and gray and sad. Everyone's been getting sick, including me. I've had some bad nauseated coughing and sneezing episodes. I also have a slight sore throat.
      But, strangely enough, I feel the need to just go outside and let my skin soak in it. Something about the bitter cold of the rain is comforting. It chills me to the bone, but it's comforting. It's strange, I know. Comfort in discomfort. I don't know how to explain it, really.

Bread

     I'm craving bread. Pandesal, to be exact. It is the most delicious kind of bread in the world. You can eat it with anything, and you can eat it with nothing, and it will still taste good. In Spanish, "pan" means bread, and "sal" means salt. So, literally, it means "bread of salt". Well, I'm pretty sure they use a bit of salt, but it's not salty bread.

     Anyway, rice is a more complex carbohydrate, so I guess it's better than bread if you're trying to lose weight. But When you eat bread, you eat less carbohydrates in general, because they're mostly air.

     I'm craving bread; bread that is absolutely smothered in butter.

Mushroom Killer

     NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

     I. Killed. THE MUSHROOM!

     Let me explain that this was an accident, because I would never wish a horrible water-related death on any living thing. Here's what happened:

     I went back into the bathroom, naturally to see that the mushroom grew. But I saw that it was shaking and that its top was folded. I thought it was dried up or something and just needed some water. So I tried to pour some and, well... I am not very good at aiming...

     So I accidentally poured too much on the wrong place (*ahem* right on top of the mushroom). NO! It toppled over... Yes, the top fell off, then the stem fell down and the roots are... well, just roots. Actually, since mushrooms are fungi they don't exactly have roots... But you get what I mean.

     Gosh, I feel so horrible!!! Let's hope that all those spores grow into mushrooms... 

Mushroom Madness

     The weirdest thing happened to me today. I wake up early in the morning to exercise, and I really needed to go to the bathroom. I come in and I see this thing standing on the blue mat on the floor. With sleep still in my eyes, I couldn't tell what it was. Then I realized:

    

It was a mushroom.

     Can you believe it? A creepy, brown mushroom popped up overnight. And that's not the end of it. I saw more spores on more blank spots on the mat, and it's a relatively big mat. You know what that means? It means:

More mushrooms are coming.

     It's so... weird! I understand how it happened, though. We seriously need a shower curtain... I can't believe we're going to have our own mushroom farm... in our bathroom!

Mid-Pubescent Crisis

     Tomorrow will be the start of the month of November. To writers who have major problems with finishing novels, like me, it is also known as NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Basically, I have to reach 50, 000 words by the end of November. Which means, I'll have to write about... 1700 words a DAY. HOLY...

     The worst part? I don't even know what to write about! I originally wanted to write a story called "The Lonely Hearts Club" which would have been really cool. But now, I'm chickening out! You know what I need? I need Homer Simpson to come up to me and give me that chicken speech he gave Bart during the movie. You know. The one that goes:

     "I hereby declare you chicken for life! Every morning, you'll wake up to 'Good morning, CHICKEN!' At your wedding, I'll sing, 'BOK BOK B-BOK...'" And, well, you get the idea.

     UGH! I was so excited about it months ago, but now! It's NOT funny.

     I'm gonna' die...

It's All in the Abused Jacket Pocket

     Tonight, my cousin and her friends and I got started on some early trick-or-treating. Honestly, I didn't think we'd get anything because Halloween is tomorrow. So I didn't really bring any of those pumpkin container things, or plastic. Nothing. But it was cold, and I was wearing pajamas, so I wore my black jacket.

     Surprisingly, by then end of the night, my pockets were full and stretched out. AHAHAHAAHAHA! Child abuse... My jacket is less than a year old. I bet it dislikes me now... Oh well, it's still young. It probably won't remember. AHAHAHAAHAHAHA...

Pancakes

     After an emotionally draining day at school - dealing with the one I love, the people I hate, and the people I just don't give a damn about - at least I can go home and be confident in the fact that if I stir my pancake mix enough all the lumps will go away and the consistency will be just perfect. It's such a comfort. 

     Why can't life just be like one big bowl of pancake mix, where I can adjust the consistency just like I do at home? Well, life kind of is like a big bowl of pancake mix. But it's the kind of lazily mixed pancake mix that has lumps everywhere. Inconsistent.