December 7th, 2001. Breakfast at Tiffany's...umm, Brian's.

I never used to eat breakfast back home, but here I eat it daily. Mainly because "breakfast" is at about 10:30 am, and also because I really don't have that much to do in the mornings, after I finish talking to Frances. I was walking around Don Quixote's the day before and found a box of Frosted Flakes. I was about to buy it, but then I saw a pack of corn flakes that were half the price. I bought the corn flakes. I hate being on a budget.

So, this is what I have to look at in the mornings instead of Tony the Tiger. These aren't that grrrreat, but they are crunchy, which is half the fun.

So, let me get this straight. Rice Krispies are made of rice. Corn Flakes, corn. Wheaties, wheat. Lucky Charms...Lucky? Lucky is the name of that little leprechuan.

Peter the Rabbit sugar. I took this from Azamino. Not sure who it belonged to, but whatever. I only took two packs. It's actually quite cute, and I was a little sad when I tore it in two to sprinkle over my corn flakes. But hey, mix corn flakes and sugar, and presto! You have poor man's Frosted Flakes.

Watch out, MacGyver.

Living alone has made me realize a lot of things. That I could create brand name cereals with everyday items is one thing, but more importantly, I have realized how much I have absorbed from just being around my parents for the first 23 years of my life. The night before, I made soy-sauce chicken and rice. Where the hell did I learn to do that?

The whole time I was preparing the meal, I was picturing my mom doing it and trying my best to imitate her. The meal I made tasted like it had been sitting behind a rusty radiator for about a month, but that's not the point. How did I know what ingredients to use? How did I know when the chicken was fully cooked? Stuff like that amazes me.