Take me awaaaaaaaaaaay!

This post was going to be called "Bucket full of Tears" but I realised that I had already made a post like that. I then realised that I am not nearly interesting enough to come up with original titles every post and should just pick random words to confuse you. Anyway, the whole "bucket full 'o' tears" made me think of the song that goes "I gotta a pocketful a pocketful of sunshine, I got a love and I know that it's all mine." So now, as punishment for being demanding and expecting new posts to be up every few minutes (social life? PPFT), that song is now stuck in your head. Mwahahahaha.

Anyway, the reason for the tears/crying reference is that I have been sobbing a lot recently. Interestingly enough, it is not (only) because I am emotionally unhinged...

WAIT A MOMENT. I have to go skip Defying Gravity on my iPod playing through the speakers because it makes me feel like a broadway music nerd. Which is only partly true, because the only broadway shows I like are the ones that involve hard drugs and "the good ol' circle jerkle", as Nathan would say, (RENT and Spring Awakening). Also, anything where Lea Michele does her weird pouty thing where her face becomes about a million metres wide. Which I say with the utmost love.

THE POINT IS THAT I AM CRYING BECAUSE I AM DROWNING IN ONIONS.

I wanted to add an inappropriate word in there because onions make me want to add inappropriate words. I will instead say half-swear words such as 'ruddy', 'sodding' and 'golly'.
The sodding onion soup recipe (one of the three recipes I can make) needs 4 onions, and I stupidly thought "but why not make double the amount so I can eat it for weeks and not have to make another meal for ages?"
Why not? WHY SODDING NOT?
Because it hurts, you abominable (ruddy) twat, Anna Levy.

So now I am sitting here, clutching my eyes and whining like a clutching, whining, blind and miserable thing, and writing it all down instead of graphing levels of ... ammonia? Sulphate? I have no idea, because I don't listen and chemistry makes me want to shoot myself in the eye.

Well, just had to add flour (why??) to the massive vat of onion, spilt it everywhere, then realised that the pot would be too small to add 6 cups of stock to, so had to scoop 18 tons of onion into a bigger pot, and brought to the boil. What the fresh hell (like my innovative half-swears?) is THE BOIL. I know what it means - I am not quite that pitiful in the kitchen - but to me it sounds like THE BOIL is some kind of mafia boss, and when some calzone stupidly cooks enough onion to kill all the viruses in the world, they must be sent to "talk" to THE BOIL, who then ties them up and throws them in a lake.

That was a stupid paragraph.

In other news, The Outcasts Of has applied for Emerge, the music fest coming up. This is a quick and desperate plug for that. Just saying.

I have now removed the onions from THE BOIL. It is 9.23. We will eat in about half an hour. Solid effort, I think.

GOOD NIGHT.