you are what you choke down.

Catherine took me out for Chinese today to cheer me up. It worked. A little. It's nearly impossible to get me out of my state of misery or my mind out of the gutter. You know, I think I like being sad and lifeless.
Sweet, if you think I was dramatic before, you should see me now. No joke. I'm like the undead Juliet, a corpse princess spouting off poetics lines of depression. Attractive? My eyes hold no happiness.

Anyways, it was one of those buffets that I love, because I can get whatever I want and how much I want. Woo hoo (Wamu). I think I had four plates of individual stuff... But that doesn't matter.

"I dare you," I smirked. We both stood staring at the gross rolls of sushi.
"I might if you will." She made a face.
"Fine." I grabbed a piece that had orange tinted rice with what seemed carrots and corn in it. Dear God.
She didn't grab a piece, of course. I have to be the taste tester first. Is it poisonous? If E dies first, yes. If she twitches and writhes on the ground? Don't eat it. Poke her, too. Just for the fun of it.
The three of us sat at our table, Cath, me, and her mum. I stabbed at the pathetic disgust with my chopsticks.
"I'm clueless as how to eat this thing," I stabbed at it again.
They laughed. I retched. It smelled horrible. Like.. raw fish (Good job, E!)
I believe it took me a few minutes to muster of my bravery and pick the sushi up with my hands and sink my teeth into half of it.

I've never tasted anything more fishy or terrible in my life (except for seaweed and anchovies). I chewed, and they laughed harder at my face. Oh, sure, they can laugh. They're not the ones suffering! I swallowed with a little difficulty, ignoring my body's screaming and pleading gagging reflex. I choked that crap down with mac and cheese, pronto.

My first real laugh since Monday came a little later on when I was poking Catherine, trying to get her to eat her sushi, which she picked up a little earlier.

"Et yo sushay," I prodded her, just as a Chinese waitress walked by. Oops. I snorted into my arm and tried not to cry with laughter.
And then I couldn't stop. We both had tears streaming down our cheeks as I choked on my pudding and stuck my finger in her tapioca. Immature? Mm, just a might bit.

The real good time was just as we were leaving and Catherine finally popped the sushi into her mouth.
Now that was funny.
Her face instantly morphed into a look of pure terror and nausea. She actually started rocking back and forth as she chewed, her eyes tearing up.
Naturally, I was snorting and wheezing with laughter, banging my fist on the table. She ended up spitting it out and I ended up getting a fantastic picture of her face.

I had fun. Even though not for one moment did I forget my troubles.

LESSON: When you're feeling depressed, go to a cheap Chinese buffet with your friends and dare each other to eat the grossest thing there. I guarantee it's a blast.