Well, this is in direct regards to Sabine’s lovely date, so if you don’t read up on Sabine, you should so you know what the hell I’m rambling on about here. Though, if you never attended the same high school I did, oh so long ago, then you might not understand the significance of this either. Well then again, you may have attended the high school but never had the pleasure of devouring the school lunches they offered, so still you may not have the pleasure of understanding this ramble. Either way, I’m sure you’ve all had a school lunch at some point or another, so at least you can relate. Unless you were home schooled.

Moving on. Since I don’t have the energy, nor the drive to make a romantic dinner for Jei, or vice versa. (The day he does something like that I will, undoubtedly, shit my pants where I stand. Or sit.)

I, unlike several starving youths in this day an age, love my school lunch. It was the highlight of my day. The wonderful chicken nuggets that would bounce back at you if you accidentally (or purposefully) dropped them on the floor, the amazing nachos smothered in the worlds greatest cheese, and of course- the perfectly seasoned fries and some mysterious form of ranch dressing. So- Jei and I went to Gordon Food Services (where our high school purchased the lunch-ables) and I purchased the proper ingredients to re-make my perfect, utterly unromantic, high school lunch. And while it was wonderful in all its reminiscent glory, and devoured by Rue, Tyler, Jei and I, we still have six pounds of cheese sauce that I have no idea what to do with.