I have never before in my life been so mad at someone till yesterday. There's this girl, whom I've met twice in my entire life, that said I bitched about her. I don't even f*cking know her, why would I bitch about her in the first place? It's absolutely flabbagasting because all I said about her (to Gus and Sam) was that I found her rude as I asked her a question the previous Saturday and she replied me in a manner that threatened rudeness in every syllable, "oh sorry, I don't know." Samantha said she's not that kind of person, so perhaps I mistook it. However, after what Gus told me yesterday, I'm sorry but I don't think I'm mistaken at all. I don't even f*cking know you, why the hell would I want to bitch about you?! It's not as if your life is so interesting and scandalous that I HAVE to speak about it. Pur-leeze, this is so needless.

Last night, I slaved away in the kitchen for 45 minutes to cook dinner but I ate it up in like 15. Not that I actually minded because it turned out nice. Just simple fare, as I hate complicated stuff. Will post a picture when I've uploaded it. heh. All I did was sauteed potatoes in some olive oil and garlic, tossed pasta in pesto (which is miracle stuff, omg I just love it) and had an egg. Whee.