Sunday

A day named after the sun, and yet I have yet to see the sun today. That probably has something to with the icy cold rain that's been falling here in Raleigh for um, I don't know, the ENTIRE day. Oh well. Let's see, this morning I woke up (was woken up) just before ten for breakfast, my very favorite meal of the day. Oh, if only you could hear the sarcasm that drips from those words. I really really don't like breakfast. I can stomach breakfast foods every now and then - once a week or less is my preference. I blame my dining hall. Every morning when I went for breakfast, they would have the same thing every few days: pancakes, soggy french toast, blueberry pancakes, soggy Texas french toast, and then always the same sides: grits, biscuits, gravy, paper-thin and greasy bacon or ham, and sometimes sausage links. Monotony is not a friend of mine, and thus I do not particularly warm to breakfast, especially just after I wake up. So this morning, I could smell something cooking in the kitchen, and to my everlasting dismay, my Dad was fixing sausage gravy and biscuits, hash browns, and scrambled eggs. I am not a fan a biscuits and gravy - probably because I've had it one too many times. The hash browns were fine - a little salt, some ketchup, and voila. The scrambled eggs violated several of my rules about eggs. First of all, if I have to eat eggs, I prefer them fried, with runny insides, with grits. Note: I said grits, not rice or anything else. You rice shippers can go to...well, let me just say that I don't get you or your eating habits. Second, if we are not having grits, then the only other way that I like my eggs is with a bunch of cheese mixed into the eggs before they hit the pan, with a lot of cayenne pepper, maybe some garlic, and some salt. The cheese is essential - without the cheese, I'll have skips for breakfast thank you very much. The scrambled eggs this morning were made without cheese. I couldn't make myself eat them. Like I said, I am not much of a breakfast-food person. If I woke up to a steaming bowl of chili, or a chicken quesadilla, or some spaghetti - I'd be a happy camper. Maybe french toast with boysenberry syrup every now and then. OK, enough about breakfast. After breakfast, I updated spy bot on my parents' computer, and then I checked the weather for Raleigh - icy sleet and rain. Lovely. So my Dad and I left a tiny bit earlier than we'd intended (I didn't want him driving home after dark in icy conditions). That leaves me here, in Raleigh, and for the first hour or so after I got here, my Internet refused to work. It works now, but when it didn't, I felt so lost. I depend on the Internet for so much - notification about my classes, email, appointments, current weather reports, TV schedules, dining hall menus, not to mention constant updates on movie and harry potter news. But, the dark time is over, and I am going to dive into some homework, maybe, after I make some ramen noodles. And no, I haven't said anything about Saturday, but let me say that it was a very very good day. Later.