How I met your mother, and avoided homework.

I have a shit ton of homework waiting for me, which will take hours to accomplish.

Translation: I’m going to blog instead.

Recently I’ve started learning how to cook. I’ve been saying that for the last year that I’ve lived in Jacksonville though, but in reality that just meant that making ramen noodles had become like a reflex once I felt hunger pains. I’ve finally mastered cheeseburgers (made some a few nights ago that were so delicious I ate two rather than my usual half of one). My spaghetti isn’t half bad either. And my next two cooking goals are breakfast food and Mexican food.

My boyfriend’s sister and I have also decided to trade cooking lessons, from her, for babysitting, as in I’m babysitting her adorable daughter whenever she needs some mommy relaxation time.

In other news, my roommates finally joined society and became addicted to How I Met Your Mother. The last few days I’ve spent a good portion of my time re-watching it with them, and I had completely forgotten how this hilarious show….. makes me cry like I’m five years old again, and Johnny Johnson pushed me down in the sandbox.

Note: As far as I know I never went to school with a boy named Johnny Johnson.

Seriously though, disregard every hipster you meet that tells you HIMYM is too “mainstream”, or whatever hipsters say. It’s a great show that I’d suggest to just about anyone. And it’s made me realize how I really want to own this print.

  

 So cute.

Now, I must end this pointless blog entry to actually do some of the homework that I’m pretty sure everyone in this room thinks I’m doing.