More Soup, Lightbulbs and The Notebook

There are several problems to the oh so delectible but horribly fattening meal of America's preferance, a grilled cheese sammich with tomatoe soup, first being the amount of fat calories and content of the grilled cheese itself. While my mom always made them by slapping some cheese on some bread and buttering an inch on the raw edges then grilling it, I learned to acquire a taste for olive oil mayo hugging the cheese. That only adds more calories, and some intense flavor. According to my sources [more like me struggling to add numbers in my head], the average grilled cheese sandwich on whole weat bread with 2 ounces of [cheddar] cheese is 440 calories, with 20.0 grams of fat. That's not counting the tomatoe soup that usually accompanies it. :]
Second, depending on the flavors of cheese you're using, you have to vary your 'grilling' speed, to accommodate the different melting temps of each cheese. Pulling out a lump of not so melted Mozzarella isn't exactly the nicest delight in life, especially if you've had to oober melt the rest of your sammich to even begin melting the wad of white junk.
Third, guess what I had for dinner?

Last night at about 10:40 p.m. I went into my bathroom and was immediately shocked from the static buildup I'd been working on all day when I turned on the light. Whether of consequence or not, one of the light bulbs blew up. Well.... Not as dramatically as that.... But it was close. I heard a -plinksbk- and BOOM! I had one light in my bathroom. Not exactly ideal. So... I go ask my dad if he knows where any light bulbs are, and was [pleasantly?] surprised when he whipped one out of a bag near his chair. Knowing my dad, it was a huge leap for him, to produce something so rapidly without having to consider it for a fortnight, and then mull it over some more. Naturally, I said "Way to pull that out of the bag Dad!"

Throughout history.... Haha. No really. The class is... not very nice to me. Or any of us really.
But what I'm getting at is my need for a new note book, ironically to take notes in, be they notes from hell. Point in case, I searched all over town for a notebook that fit my great expectations, which were college ruled, plastic spiral binding [so it won't BEND and become DEFORMED!] and have a super amazing cover. While I absolutely loved the Lisa Frank collection at Wallgreens, they were wide ruled. The lack of Spider-Man notebooks at Fred Meyer's AND Wallgreens was appaling, and quite disconcerting. The stupid disproportionate puppy notebooks every where else were not only ugly but WIDE ruled. My quest for the perfect was invariably foiled, and I returned home defeated having purchased the same asinine notebook that I currently have, structurally flawed and everthing. I even chewed out the cashier at the last place I was at! Of course it didn't fix my problem, but it sure was nice to vent at someone I'll never see again. Besides, he'll probably go home and say to his family "I met this crazy chick at work today! She was so distraught that we didn't carry the typical base line notebook with the coolest action hero on ever on it. I can totally see why she was though. I mean, come on. Our selection is pathetic! We have more paint colors than we have notebook flavors! Gee..."

Seeing as I'm pretty much done desteaming, I should go straighten my hair, after I finish Of Mice and Men, copy some more dumb history notes, and continue with my newest song I'm writing. It's pretty much amazing. :D Not. However, it's slightly appealing, and I'm completely psyched my writers' block has been lifted. For now. [: Cheers!