Monday, September 30, 2013

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Got kicked out of cooking class today but it wasn’t my fault. Okay, well maybe it was but that’s beside the point, I was hungry and my muffins weren’t done yet so I liberated one from the guy next to me. It seemed like a good idea at the time but it turns out, he sucks worse in the kitchen than I do.

Out of sheer disappointment, I threw the rest of it hitting him in the back of the head. He threw one back and hit me in the forehead so I threw a couple more. He shouldn’t have ducked because I nearly nailed the teacher in the balls.

Teacher got mad so I backed up slowly and sauntered back to my own muffins. They were done by now which was awesome because I was still starving. They were hot as hell but I shoved one in anyway, probably shouldn’t do that again.

Teacher wouldn’t let me have another, he told me to fetch a flounder from the freezer. Everyone knows what happens when the teacher sends you to the walk-in freezer for something stupid. He follows you in, slams the door then bitches you out. It’s sound-proof in there.

I told the teacher that flounder wasn’t on the menu today but he didn’t care. He palmed the top of my head like a basketball and turned me in the proper direction. I didn’t need his help but we made it to the freezer in record time.

I wish he wouldn’t slam the door so hard, damn.

So I found a flounder but he didn’t want it. He told me to put it back then proceeded to yell at me for like an hour, I swear. I got tired after a while and motioned a hand job to show him how much I cared. He was not amused but it did bring about a change of subject. 

I can’t tell you what happened next, promised not to but I do plan on getting in trouble again tomorrow. It won’t be my fault, okay maybe it will but that’s okay because I think I like cooking class now… and flounder perhaps.


<3 Luna