Monotony, Routine.

These are very bad words to me. I am a bid of a contradiction myself though, because I do want some kind of routine but I do not like it. Once I've established a routine that gets things done, for the most part, I am bored and need to change it up to keep myself interested. I can't explain it, it's the way things are. I deal.

Anyhow, so that being said, I am way over this school year and am wanting for Summer, like, right now. Showers times, bed times, homework time, dinner time, Blah blah blah time. This is where I am staring off into space and dreaming of some other time. Anytime. In our world, Summertime is a free for all. The only things we really plan are a few art classes and some swimming classes. They are like a month long so I am not overwhelmed with schedules (sssshhhheduuuellls) by then.

Pray for me?

So health food ain't got much flavor, girl. I don't know enough about food and making it taste good I assume garlic is prevolent in this. I want to take a cooking class. I have to start at the beginning and learn the basics of flavor and spices and cooking temperatures and time... and all that. I have no idea where I would take a class like that but I am researching Salem to find out. I want to be a food connoisseur. I want to have dinner parties in which I knock your pants off with my awesome food... or  make your skirt fly up, you choose.

You know, you have made it so extremes convenient for me to write you on here that I may never write another letter. I kid I kid, Muffin. Calm down. Can we do a little something to get it revved up again. A little exchange of some sort or a scavenger hunt for a something perfect to send. These are just ideas. I am running them by you, we are braining it out. Let's do it.