Saturday:
I don't remember how the day went, but I made two pies (the lemon meringue one again and this french silk pie that mum gave me a recipe for that wasn't good at all-but the crust was: I used the graham cracker crust recipe, but used chocolate graham crackers, no cinnamon, and added cocoa powder). Later that night, when I was apposed to be sleeping, I painted.
Sunday:Piano, church (in primary, I had low blood sugar no-energyness because I had sugar-cereal for breakfast. I didn't like it), lunch (an apple and soup straight from the can), piano, home at 4pm, cook cranberry meatballs, elders came over for dinner (they both do piano, the older one can play by ear, and had lessons for one year, the younger one, who's cooler, had lessons for six years), Thaden had a mega-diaper, full of raisins and coming out the top of his diaper. He had stuck his hand in it, too, and wiped it on places. Aurora and I laughed a lot. Mum watched O Brother, Where Art Thou with me (good movie, go watch it, then go read The Odyssey, which I will now)
When I was playing the piano after church, someone told me they had a piano that wasn't too out of tune that I could have-for free-if I could come pick it up. I'm not even going to hope. Either it's going to be way out of tune (we can't afford to have it tuned, but I did say that they could keep it 'til I have my own house, then I could take it and get it tuned, because it'd be cheaper than buying one), or we won't be able to pick it up, or we won't have room for it, or we won't be able to get it in the house, or Dad'll say no. It never happened until the piano is here, and in the house, and I am playing it. But that won't happen until it happens, which it won't, so I'm not even going to hope.
Today:
Woke up, breakfast, downstairs to paint, spray paint in a not-well-ventilated area, choke, cough, to my room, sleep, upstairs, lunch, whatever, store, pick up Aurora- Story Time: Because I CAN NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOOOOTTTTT stand rap AT ALL, and can just BARELY tolerate R&B and all that other crap music that Aurora listens to on the radio, and because she's spoiled and doesn't want me to have my way if she can't have her way (hmm, miserable like unto herself?), we had to make a rule when I came home that whoever's the passenger gets to choose the music. So when she drives, I choose the music; when I drive, she chooses the music. We also have an unofficial courtesy rule that she doesn't do rap, only R&B and other junk, and I don't do hymns or classical, only Enya and other stuff. But tonight she decided to be a jerk and disregard her own rule. She came up to the car, Mum moved so Aorta could drive, I was thinking in my mind, "Great. Here we go again." So she turned on the radio to her music, with the unlogic that she hadn't gotten to listen to her music the last time she drove up, so she got to listen to it now (yes, let's make exceptions for you but not for me. Of course YOU can change the rule to suit you, but when I try to do it, it doesn't work). It was some hideous, nasty, revolting, vomit-in-my-throat rap song, so I tried to change it, and mum defended Aorta, because apparently she NEVER gets her way and I ALWAYS get my way (bull), so I told her to let me out. She did, and I got out and walked home. I'd rather freeze than listen to that disgusting, sorry excuse for music. And I did. By the time mum decided that I shouldn't be walking outside at night by myself in the cold, I couldn't feel my legs at all. It was weird. I was kinda mad for the first few minutes of walking, but then I decided that I really didn't care; that it was my choice to get out of the car; that it was pretty outside; and that I was getting to take a walk outside in the dark. So it was actually a good thing. When I got in the car, Aurora and mum were mad or something, like I knew they'd be, but I was all chill. I didn't know what Aorta's problem was; she got to listen to her crybaby barf. And I wasn't dead, so I didn't know why mum was upset (you say I'm naive; I disagree. I am always right, until I am attacked and stolen and killed. And since I'm neither of the three, I'm not naive and I was entirely safe the whole time. Besides, I'm a teenager. It's not gonna happen to me and I know everything. Can't beat that logic). But anyways, we got home, unloaded the groceries. I put them away, which I love to do. Had cereal. Piano. Tired. Came upstairs, we did family prayer and scripture (Dad's on call, so he wasn't there). Came downstairs, did scriptures, then decided I'd better type in my journal or I'd forget stuff. I'm dead. I could probably fall asleep sitting up. I'm going to get up early tomorrow to make breakfast for Smells and Schink. Maybe scones. We have sour cream now, so I can. But I don't know. While we're talking about cooking, today I made potato buds and added a packet of Rice-a-Roni seasoning, then split-pea soup (1 lb split peas. Cook them, drain. Add chicken broth. Puree until smooth-ish. Add more chicken broth to thin. Add salt to taste. Pure awesomeness with almost no fat), then made this casserole thing from a recipe on a bag of instant buttermilk corn bread stuff that dad got one time on accident and that I've only used once. It called for ground beef, canned tomatoes, corn, onion. We had almost one tomato, so I processed that, and some green olives that no one ever eats, and one time I saw that they had been used in a mexican-type recipe. Then I added nearly a pound of ground beef that I made to go in spaghetti sauce but mum didn't want me to put it in there because she said she didn't like it, so people could put it in if they wanted to, but Schink didn't put it on the table when we had spaghetti, so no one ate it, and we have no sauce left and almost no spaghetti anyways, so it would have gone to waste. Then I cooked some corn, put that in a pan, then put the ground beef mix in there, then put the bread mix on top that the recipe said to make. It was a bit salty, but tasted like tamales. It was good with ketchup.
It's late, and I'm tired. Audios.
P.S. Piano lesson tomorrow at 2pm :D then library. And our home teachers are coming over for the first time (we've been here a year...this ward is disorganised, slow, laid-back. I hate it so much) at 7pm. And we're having FHE because Dad wasn't here tonight (and because I forgot to do a lesson...hehe...my mind is so scattered)
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