Cook problem.

Let me just write you a story, about me! 

Everything is going pretty fantastic so far.

This new semester is bringing some seriously smiles. 

A lot to be grateful for... that is for sure...

But let me tell you something else.

When it comes time for me to cook, this is my thought process.

"Cooking? Seriously? No thank you. Why can't I just go back to the time where every night I would walk into the Chicken place and walk into the kitchen to smell the aromas of my little cooks making something delicious? Life was so simpler when my food was being made for me every night."

Yes, it's a spoiled girl kind of a thought. But you don't understand, those little cooks made the BEST food ever. My tastebuds seriously miss it. Nothing I can make will ever compare to what they made me. 

And it made them all so happy. 

So every time it is time for a meal, I think about my cooks, and about my co-workers. And I go through some serious withdrawals. I can go to the nearby CFA, all I want...but it won't even come close to comparison to the HR one....

Okay, well thats a story.

What have I done lately?

Homework.

Movies.

Homework.

Movies.

{Lots of homework and movies}

Roommate time.

A lot of...whatever I want.

And it feels good. 

There is my story, {{according to me}}