Halo Halo Its Thursday
Yesterday was a pretty much a typical day for me, but since I'm out of ideas about what to write about, I'm going to write about it.
The Thursday Chronicles.
The big yellow pie of a sun rose like it does every day, still yellow just like every other day. Sometimes I wish there were 2 suns, then I realize that's stupid. So I jumped out of bed a little earlier than usual at 11:00. My hair looked stupider than usual so I decided to give myself a haircut, which worked out fantastic. I missed a bunch of hair at the back but I can't see the back of my head anyway so who cares.
I then went to school and skipped both my classes to work on projects for the classes I was skipping. Then I went to work half an hour late.
You might be surprised that I have a job. Me too. I'm amazed that my particular skill set of eating and going to the bathroom is of any value to any employer, but its a crazy world.
At work we were having a pot luck, which means that everyone brings some food and then we all share. Since I didn't have time to cook the one thing I know how to cook, chicken in hot sauce, I bought 2 bags of doritos, nacho cheese and zesty nacho cheese. I find it amusing that there is a spectrum of nacho cheese from more to less zesty.
When it was time to eat, since I hadn't eaten all day, I was very excited. I ate a drumstick, some dry ribs, ceaser salad, some kind of cheese cookies, ice cream cake and about a pound of doritos.
There are these middle aged Philipino women at work who are awesome and hilarious. They're tiny, english is their 2nd language but they speak it better than me and they are always laughing and making jokes. They were planning to bring whiskey to the pot luck but didn't.
One of them made us this Philipino desert called halo halo. Its a cup full of tiny weird plants that all taste like gummy corn, also the rest is ice and milk. It was actually kind of gross to me, but I ate the halo halo like it was thursday. What's the big deal about thursdays? No expectations baby. Its not like the weekend, where you make plans and take a shower and wear clean clothes. Stuff just happens, one minute your eating halo halo, the next your sitting on a bar stool with your pants around your ankles asking every girl to make out with you.
After work I met my friends brighton, guest writer girl, and some others at the local pub. I was a little too excited and I had way too many drinks and I can't remember anything after that except that I made a total ass of myself.
But technically that was friday.