The Missing Thermometer

I used to watch the news a lot but stopped for some reason. The other day I was watching the news and remembered why I had stopped. It's very depressing. The pretty blonde on t.v. was talking about a man who got mugged and then shot to death. It's not bad enough he got mugged, he had to die too? I got very sad and began to look back on my life. I came to the conclusion that life is very short. The next day I dropped my business classes and enrolled in culinary school.


Culinary school is great! I bake all day and at the end of class I indulge in any left over baked goods. It's a small French school so about 90% of our instructors are French. Have you ever heard a French man say croissant? It's priceless. My instructor is a tall, thin, French man who speaks in a heavy French accent. He's okay except sometimes I feel bad because I can't understand him. Like the other day he said, "Everyone go get some leafs". I was so confused, I didn't understand where I would get leafs from. I mean unless I went outside but then that would be a little silly, going outside to get some leafs. So I looked around the room and saw a girl go get a lid and I was like ohh a lid! That makes sense now. I felt pretty dumb after that.


There are five girls in my class including myself. Like I said, it's a small school. Every now and then he asks to use our tools. We all get this really cool black bag that carries all the tools we may need, like knifes, spatulas, pipping tips, etc. The other day he asked to use my thermometer. My thermometer is the best. Seriously. It's the best because it's different from everyone else's thermometer. It's different because it's black and it's a transformer! haha just kidding! It's not a transformer but it is black and everyone else's is yellow. And it's the best because it's faster than the yellow ones. So anywho, I let him borrow Thelma, my thermometer. He uses Thelma to take the temperature of a fondant icing we were making. When he's done using Thelma, he places her on the table and leads us to another room. When we return, Thelma is gone.


I search everywhere. The other tables, the floor, the sink, my pockets, everywhere! Thelma is gone. I inform him of the situation and he makes everyone empty their bags, including myself. Like I would steal my own thermometer. Boy please! No one has Thelma. I was sad at first, then angry, then sad again. I was sad because Thelma was gone. I was angry because I assumed someone stole her from me. And then I was sad again because I came to the conclusion that Thelma was a transformer and she made a run for it because she didn't like me. C'est la vie.


I watched the news tonight. A man got trapped in a burning building and died. I'm going sky diving this weekend.

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"Lazy: averse or disinclined to work, activity, or exertion; indolent" (dictionary.com).


Lazy. Lazy. Lazy. No one likes to be called lazy. It's mean and insulting. It's used as a curse word in my household. 


"Floja!"
"QUE?! Tu madre!"
"La tuya!" 
(begin fighting here)


Yep, it's pretty dramatic, just like a mexican telenovela. I'm lazy. Or so I'm told. I'm lazy because I like to sleep in, I prefer to stay in at home than go out, and because I like being in my pajamas all day. First of all, who doesn't like being in their pajamas all day?! It so comfy! Secondly, who doesn't like sleeping in?! Lastly, I have no place to go out to. For the most part I don't mind being called lazy. Truthfully, I kind of like it. It's like yeah I'm lazy, so what? What you gonna do about it? You know what I'm gonna do about it? Nothing! Because I'm lazy! And thanks to Bruno Mars, I now have a song dedicated to me! Ah, the beauty of life.


 But then sometimes I don't like it.. Not so much the title but the feeling. The feeling of relaxing and doing nothing for a day or two is wonderful but the feeling you get the day after is pretty crappy. Your body is achy and sluggish, your mind starts to resemble the mind of a zombie and you just feel awful for doing nothing. This weekend was a lazy weekend. I now feel awful for doing nothing. On the upside, because of this weekend, I have decided to not be lazy anymore. Horary! I have decided to change my lazy ways and to start this change I shall continue my 365 challenge that I dropped because I was lazy. 


But first, here's a recap of what has happened since November. 


November: Happy Thanksgiving! 


December: Happy Birthday Jesus!


January: Happy New Year!


February: Happy Valentines Day! Groundhog Day's. Grammy's, Oscars, and Superbowl! Oh Fergie.. your version of Sweet Child of Mine was a slap to Axl Rose's face.


March: Happy Birthday to me! Happy St. Patrick's Day! 


April: Happy Easter! Also Cee Lo Green gets crazy at Coachella. Literally. Well what did you expect from a guy who wore a bird suit to the Grammy's?