This morning I happened to be listening when the announcements came on. There was the pledge. The tennis team was congratulated, and so were some dirt bikers! (There are dirt bikers at my school? I should've known.) There wasn't much else, so we ended with the new thing they're doing this year, which is announcing what's on the main lunch menu.
I was in a hallway, so I happened to hear the menu. Clearly. And it included chicken noodle soup (why would I even need to hear anything after that?!).
Can I tell you a few things about chicken noodle soup? (Well, not just a few. But I'm the writer here.) It's the favorite soup of Pepper-Mint. And probably favorite food, especially since chicken pattie sandwiches got ruled out because once Pepper found a bone and a bug in hers. (Mwahaha, you're probably grossed out now too.) Chicken noodle soup has marked momentous occasions in my life. It was another thing we bonded over, plus more things that I won't go into because I'm nice and under a time limit.
Anyway, I was really excited about this soup, and I told as many people as I could. My friend Ysabelle kind of looked at me like I was crazy (she thinks it's gross because it's like chicken juice). But some people just don't understand ... JK. But still.
So I was happy when I got into the lunch line with my other friend Olivia and she said the only reason she was there was that there was chicken noodle soup. We both agreed that it was the best thing ever and super delicious, but sadly that made me think of Pepper. So we talked about boys instead (what is it about high school girls and this topic?!).
But then we realized, as we neared the fifteen-minute mark of waiting, that people weren't coming out of the line with chicken noodle soup. In fact, no people in any line were! So dejectedly we left and Olivia also departed to go sit with one of her guy friends.
This is how my life seems to be going right now. Like chicken noodle soup. Or the absence of chicken noodle soup. I haven't had anything really really really really good like that in a while. I've had nice stuff. New stuff. But nothing comfortable, or warm, or filling. And I keep thinking that things are going to get better, but then they don't. Then I get let down, and what's worse than walking on the bottom of a deep, soupless pit is when you climb so high up you almost see the sky (and airplanes) before you fall again.
Dang it, life. I just want to have a good time. And some soup. :(
I was in a hallway, so I happened to hear the menu. Clearly. And it included chicken noodle soup (why would I even need to hear anything after that?!).
| What could possibly be more delicious? I want some so bad right now ... great. I'm hungry and not home yet. |
Anyway, I was really excited about this soup, and I told as many people as I could. My friend Ysabelle kind of looked at me like I was crazy (she thinks it's gross because it's like chicken juice). But some people just don't understand ... JK. But still.
So I was happy when I got into the lunch line with my other friend Olivia and she said the only reason she was there was that there was chicken noodle soup. We both agreed that it was the best thing ever and super delicious, but sadly that made me think of Pepper. So we talked about boys instead (what is it about high school girls and this topic?!).
But then we realized, as we neared the fifteen-minute mark of waiting, that people weren't coming out of the line with chicken noodle soup. In fact, no people in any line were! So dejectedly we left and Olivia also departed to go sit with one of her guy friends.
This is how my life seems to be going right now. Like chicken noodle soup. Or the absence of chicken noodle soup. I haven't had anything really really really really good like that in a while. I've had nice stuff. New stuff. But nothing comfortable, or warm, or filling. And I keep thinking that things are going to get better, but then they don't. Then I get let down, and what's worse than walking on the bottom of a deep, soupless pit is when you climb so high up you almost see the sky (and airplanes) before you fall again.
Dang it, life. I just want to have a good time. And some soup. :(
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