February 20, 2003 :: 11:16 a.m.
the walnut indiscretion
I love chocolate. Valentine's Day is a good holiday, if only because the days following it are filled with dirt cheap heart-shaped boxes of candy. On the 15th, I bought a box for myself and one for Adam, because chocolate is yummy and I feel it is a vital necessity to have some around at all times. So I've had this lovely, shiny, red box of chocolates sitting around for the last 5 days, and I've been nibbling on it here and there. It's good. However, as of late there has been a horrible development.
There are walnuts in my chocolates.
This is unacceptable.
They're in the creamy, fruit-flavored ones, mostly, which makes absolutely no sense to me. Walnuts are disgusting. I hate them. Chocolates with fruit cream stuff in the middle are delectable. I love them. When combined, the hate stomps all over the love like a sumo wrestler whose diaper is chafing. It's irritating me to no end, because every time I go to get a piece of chocolate, I get one with walnuts. And it goes straight into the trash. So basically, nearly half of the box has been thrown away due to unnecessary walnut inclusion.
I plan to find the person in charge of the Russell Stover candy corporation and beat them severely about the head. Hear that, Russell? I'm coming after your ass. I'll show you what you can do with your walnuts.
Anyway. I have to write an English paper today, because the rough draft is due tomorrow and I've been putting it off since last Thursday. Bad Amanda. But you know, it's a rhetorical analysis of some article about the shuttle crash, and I just do not care. I mean, yes, sad, tragic, etc. But that doesn't mean I want to analyze some conservative shmuck's feelings about it. I don't want to analyze anything. I don't like to argue, because to be quite frank there are very few things that I care enough to argue about. Apathetic, perhaps, but undeniably true.
I'm downloading "Once More, With Feeling" in its entirety. 503 megabytes, baby. This makes me happy, because I've never seen all of it. Stupid FOX and their "you'll be 57 years old by the time all the seasons of Buffy are out on DVD" system of doing thing. Seriously, assuming that this season will be Buffy's last (*cries*), the entire series won't be out until 2005. I know I can't be the only one disturbed by this.
Hrm. Well, I should really start working on this paper. I don't want to have to write it in the middle of the night, and it's not like I really have anything better to do. So off I go, to tackle the beast. I shall slay it and bring back its head on a bronze pole for all to see.
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