*cough* I almost choked on some dried cranberries. Yes I admit that I am still addicted to them after all these years. Tart, sweet...shiny!

My mom bought me some Lean Pockets from Costco today. Meatballs with cheese. So, I finally can use Simran's refrigerator to the max. Woohoo! My roommates kept asking me why I never used their fridge (okay, a complex of respect had overcome me although I use Simran's microwave all the time without hesitation) since I am the only one out of the four that didn't own a fridge. Just a reminder for them: Don't say I didn't warn you! :)
If I had a oven (and they definitely prohibit anything that heats up in the dorms, especially in Foothill where everything is made simply out of wood--almost like a log cabin), I would be bringing frozen french fries. Frozen tater tots. Frozen hash browns (who says you can't eat it at night?). Oh and salt. I need a lot of salt.

It's funny though...Catherine told me that salt is bad for you. Tsk! But food tastes good with salt!
That reminds me of an incident that my sister told me about. She thought it was strange that I didn't remember and probably because I had blocked it from my mind, since it was very horrible.
About eight years ago (or probably more recent), my sister and I were eating a lunch of water rice. You know, a bowl of rice with lots of extra water. Suddenly in the middle of eating, I had to go to the bathroom. While I was away, my sister poured (accidentally? we'll never know) a whole bottle of salt into my bowl. Then she poured some more too into hers. Cuz you know, being the little insane person she is, she knew that everything would taste better with a dash of salt. So why not make it better with more salt? I came back and sat down to eat. I took one bite and spat it right back out. I never realized that something had happen to my rice. Then my mom already dressed for work came by and forced me to eat it all. She didn't realize that the rice was horrible. I forced it all down, but couldn't contain it. I ran to the bathroom and you know...threw it all up. Then my mom scolded me for being "bad" for wasting food. I think my sister was laughing.

Tsk man!!

I like the word spantastic now. :) Hah, Man I stole your word!!!

In a moment of fervor, I got wrapped up in trying to learn breakdancing at breakdance.com If I can't ddr, I'll learn to breakdance. :)