Where the f**k is my cereal?
I haven’t written a blog in quite some time now, and right now probably isn’t the best time because I know I’m just procrastinating so that I don’t have to get started on a horrid essay but I feel the need to write down what happened just a couple of minutes ago so here I go. I’ve been studying for most of the day and I haven’t much so I decided that it was the perfect time to have cereal because it’s quick and yummy. As I pick up the box from the top of the fridge I feel like it’s a bit lighter than it was this morning when I was putting it back up there but I don’t think much of it. I already have milk, a bowl, and a spoon set out on my counter because the cereal was screaming my name and I knew I couldn’t waste any time. I then realized that the box wasn’t correctly shut and that’s when I knew someone had eaten some of my cereal because I always close it correctly.
What I deemed as odd was the fact that I had been in my kitchen most of the day except for pee breaks and to take my dogs out so I was pretty sure that I would have seen someone pour themselves a bowl, I was wrong, so very very wrong. I opened the already incorrectly closed cereal box and pulled out the bag expecting nothing and was filled with surprise to see that whoever had eaten my cereal had not only eaten the very little that was left, but left me with one-fifth of that small amount. I was outraged! Who could do such a despicable thing? Not only did they leave a cereal box practically empty and have me believe that it was still practically full, they had the nerve to leave what was basically crumbs. I knew right then who did it, I knew the mastermind behind this evildoing, it was my sister. *thun thun thun*
Who else loves Cinnamon Toast Crunch and would eat cereal at night? All fingers pointed to my sister. Furious, I approached my sister’s door, knocking loudly once and barging in without giving her enough time to tell me to come in. Without even having to ask her if she ate my cereal I say, “Why would you eat my cereal and then leave me with this shit?” I pointed at the crumbs that were left at the bottom of the bag and all she had to say was, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She then proceeded to smile and let out a soft giggle and that’s when my accusation had been confirmed. What was I to do though? That cereal was gone and it’s probably being digested as we speak. So I did what anybody who enjoys cereal, I pulled out my new box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch from the top of my fridge and had the bowl of cereal I had been yearning for.
I guess you could say that it’s a happily ever after story. Now, what’s the moral of the story? Always keep a backup cereal in case of those long tedious nights of studying. Anyway, I’ve pretty much decided that if I ever have a roommate, one of the first rules is that no one should touch my cereal because bad things will happen. Yeah, I know, I’m weird, but everyone has their pet peeves, and you don’t even want to get me started on my hatred of butts because that is a whole other story.
