Literally Random Stuff

National Doughnut Day

I know I'm like two days late on writing this, but I just have to write about it. This story proves to people why I think I'm fat when really I'm not at all. I'll save that story for another chapter.

Let's just start with that chat system of snap (I don't want any copyright streaks, so I'm sorry for the cringe). When I got home from school on Friday, I did my usual routine. Eat a small snack and come upstairs to check my messages on my crappy iPod. Of course I had to check all of the stories of my friends having fun with their friends... in our school... without me... but it's all good, I'm not that sociable anyways. I scrolled down to see a story called "National Doughnut Day 'Treat yoself they say.' Of course, my reaction was to run downstairs and tell my father, since he is a shop-a-hollic and I thought he would go to DD just to grab some fresh doughnuts. Of course, since he doesn't necessarily want us to be eating too much junk, he kind of held back. 

After a few minutes of trying to persuade him, I gave up and went back to working and doing random stuff. An hour later, we all ate a pretty healthy dinner of a usual salad (lettuce, broccoli and carrots) and some rotisserie chicken. Since we didn't have doughnuts, I had decided to plan a really special dessert for myself. There was some cookies and cream ice cream in the fridge and my dad had just recently bought those kind of cookies (aka, cookie cream cookie, y'all know I don't want those strikes). My plan was to separate the cream from the two cookies and put the ice cream in the middle, so basically a really delicious ice cream sandwich. 

Well, right after scooping out the perfect amount of ice cream for my dessert, my father says, "I'm going to get the doughnuts now. Who's coming with me?" 

I was not happy. I had already used that bowl for my salad and had only rinsed out the ranch so that it wouldn't taste funky. Just because my dad said that, my dreams were obliterated, and I felt fat just from him saying that. I know, how could that mean I feel fat? Before dinner, I had a lot of chocolate, so eating the ice cream felt like a crime to my body. On top of that, a very fatty, greasy, and sugary doughnut would just lower my "healthy" choices of the day even more. As soon as he came back home from the store, he said they were sold out. I felt both relieved and saddened. A lesson to all of my smol beans out there. DON'T TREAT A NATIONAL DAY LIKE A HOLIDAY!

~Sabofo