I'm the strange girl (just to really drill it into your head) who brings salad to school now. First it was scrambled eggs. Even that was a little too awkward for me. "Oh no, hi! What, what is this? Just um, scrambled eggs. Those? Ah, those are peas. Does it taste good? Well, I think so. WANNA TRY SOME YUM JUST STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE NO WORRIES I DON'T HAVE HERPES OR ANYTHING JUST TRY THE EGGS THEY'RE GOOD, EVERYTHING IS GOOD, THERE'S NO NEED TO BE SCARED, HEY, HEY, WAIT A SECOND, GUESS WHAT I HAVE FOR DESSERT!**" I say, I do say, as the friendly passerby wishes they could retract their previous question and run in horror. But they don't. They just kind of walk away stiffly, taking with them their furrowed brow and whatever sort of outgoing nature they still have left. Then I switched to fried egg sandwiches. I thought it was quasi-healthy. I mean, I think eggs are really healthy, and bread isn't very healthy, and cheese just tastes damn fine. That worked better. Apparently eating sandwiches is more socially acceptable than muddling about with a gladware full of scrambled eggs. Who knew! But even a carb-loving girl like me needs a break. And because this break just happened to coincide with spring, I figured why not go all out and eat well? Huh? Crazy thought, right? You know what's even stranger? I'm still doing it. And it feels great! I eat crazy salads like this, and hell, I don't miss the cake, the special noodles someone around here likes to cook all the time, the muffin failures. They're all fond memories stored away, and no worries. They'll be back, just in time for winter. For I am a creature that hibernates.
Chow, Lucia
**prunes!!!!
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