I Can Cook Too

Last night, I actually cooked a meal. Of real food! We're talking rice and stir-fried chicken with peas and carrots and it was good. I mean, actually tasty. I'm so proud *grin*

Oddly enough, I'm doing the picture of domesticity today. Cleaning, organizing, getting things ready for school next week. It's strange but almost comforting. I used to clean all the time. Three o'clock in the morning, I was frantically scrubbing or dusting or shuffling papers. It was the only thing that calmed me down and made me feel better. Since I started being less crazy, I've been cleaning a lot less. I've learned how to live in a mess and while I don't necessarily like it, I can survive now. It doesn't induce anxiety attacks anymore, which is cool. So today I'm trying to catch up on much too much cleaning that I haven't had time for. The list includes things like cleaning the toilet and the sinks in both bathrooms, dusting my desk off, putting away the pile of stuff at the end of bed, doing laundry, finishing emptying out my last box of office stuff, and maybe vacumning my room if I can get it clean enough. I've already done the shower, garbages, vacumned the main room and, the most terrifying task, cleaned out my hairbrush.

You see, I have long red hair, as those of you who know me in real life will know, and I use a round brush for said hair. It has been pointed out to me that a round brush is really not the best idea but I've yet to find a flat brush that I actually liked, excepting Rob's, of course, which moved out. And my hair sheds a lot in general. So my hairbrush fills up with hair rather quickly and looks kind of awful. Except it really doesn't bother me so I don't tend to bother with it. It drove Rob up the wall though to the point where he would sit down and clean it out just so he didn't have to look at it. Boys are strange... But cleaning out my hairbrush is an ordeal. You have to sit down with a pair of scissors and a garbage can and cut loose the hair and then rip it out, slowly and painfully. And what's the point really, because two days from now it'll look exactly the same. It is one of the things that occasionally makes me wish I had short hair again.

In other news, I auditioned for Gypsy out at Festival Place and I have a callback on Wednesday. Unlike The Sound of Music, I am not going to get my hopes up because damn that really hurt last time, but I'm excited to go anyways. I mean, it's a musical about strippers. How can you go wrong!?! And speaking of ways you can't go wrong, my favourite Bunny and I went shopping this afternoon and I got a fabulous rainbow striped sweater and shoes with dice on them! And she got purple gingham tights which are just so cool. And I finally got ma jumelle her birthday present so I'm no longer a horrible sister. Yay me!

And speaking of my sister - we have decided to run a live Mage game. Propaganda will hopefully be out sometime this week. We're very excited - you should be too ;) Anyways, I'm off to be productive again. It's less fun but it has to be done. Le sigh...

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