I was talking to my friend today about cooking. Apparently he didn't know I like to cook. I guess I don't seem like that kind of guy. I don't know why though. I guess because I'm so clueless on certain things. And making product in Organic Chem (failing at making product, that is) doesn't help my cooking cred either.

My friends and I used to cook together in high school. I really miss those days. We'd go over each other's houses - usually my house since I have the biggest kitchen - and open up a cook book and see which recipe is both the cheapest and easiest to make. If I remember correctly I still have my friend's Indian cookbook. Its legally hers. She bought it. But I always seem to conveniently *forget* to tell her. The thing is, I never even liked Indian food that much. But whenever I made it with her, it always seemed to taste much better.

And lately I've been thinking about moving in with Deanna and how awesome it would be for the two of us to have a place together. We'll make a little family. And instead of every Friday making dinner with a friend, it'll be almost everyday making dinner with Deanna. Which is on the top five reasons for moving in with Deanna.

Sorry kiddos, no sassy quotes today. I'm tired. And I don't know whats going to happen on National Day of Silence. I'm kind of scared.