Hi, everyone! I have a problem, my dear
friends. There is trouble brewing, and his name is Pierce
Decheneaux!
This rivalry is as bad as Gary Oak and Ash Ketchum (with this dude being Gary, of course). Bad enough that he's in the same culinary program that I'm in. Why? Sure, he was one of the top
students in Sunset Valley High and had everything handed to him by
his rich parents. Pierce is just arrogant, obnoxious, and an annoying
perfectionist. Of course, it irked him to see me at the Student Union. It also irked him when I called him "Dechie" - which he hates! To boot, we even buy the same hair color. (I know
Manic Panic when I see it!) For someone to not like me as much as he does, why did he decide to color his hair the same exact color? What could be worse than my rival going
to the same university?
He is also my new roommate in the dorm! Why is he
in the kitchen? I'm the one who cooks for the dorm. Here we go again
with Pierce being the star of the show. Just when I thought my
nightmare was over, here comes his two best friends, Trav Jenkins and
Enrique Rodriguez.
I ask again.....why? These three were
unbearable in high school. Trav is the jock (code word: Meat Head)
that always talked sports, cheerleaders and always used sports terms
when speaking and Enrique thought he was a ladies' man (Can someone
say, GAG?) This is going to be a looooong semester. Seeing as we have
to co-exist, why not study together? Or, so I thought. I ended up
studying alone while the Three Stooges talked among each other. It's
the same as high school all over again- anyone who tries to
infiltrate their little circle gets ignored.
As I went to grab me a bowl of Goopy
Cabonara, Pierce decided he wanted to criticize it. This fool said
that my sauce wasn't goopy enough and was missing Tarragon. TARRAGON?
REALLY?! Of course, I could not let his harsh words go unpunished.
It's one thing to invade my personal space, it's even okay to ignore
me when I'm trying to be friendly. It's another story entirely when
you pick apart my cooking and its techniques! This. Can. Not. FLY!!!
So, I challenged him to a cook off! Winner cooks for the dorm until
final exams and wins $500. I know I'm going to win, because while he
had the best chefs he could buy, I have natural born talent. Time
to put that plate where your arrogance is, Dechie!!
Oh my! I have to run to class! Talk to
you guys later!
-Kessie :)
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