Cooking Pasta

Today started out like any Sunday would. One of my parents, in this case my dad, coming into my bedroom and waking me up. After about thirty minutes I was fully awake. The day before I had convinced my parents that I had to stay at home to do homework. Before my parents left my mom told me ten times to cook pasta for lunch. She was worried that I wouldn't eat anything for any of these to reasons: 1. Me being to lazy to cook something or 2. Me being to lazy to cook something. After they left I proceeded to waste the next three hours procrastinating. At around two I got bored, yes you can get bored while doing nothing, so I decided to start doing some work. As I made my way towards the computer I got side tracked. I was hungry. It was logical since I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, about four hours earlier. So I made my way towards the kitchen. I got the uncooked pasta out of the pantry and went to the stove. Since this would be the first time that I was cooking something, other than desserts, I called my mom. Once, twice, and I got mad. My mom had failed to answer one of the three calls that I had made. Fearing that I was going to burn down my whole apartment I called my dad who then passed me to my mother. She explained everything to me from taking the pasta out of the box to putting it on a plate. When I hung up on her I realized that it would have been a good idea to put attention. But I was sure I got the basics, I mean how hard could it be right?
Before even turning the stove on I got side tracked, once again. This time I was going to get the speakers so I would be entertained while cooking. After setting everything, I began the process of making, pasta. I took the most appealing Saute Pan I found and filled half of it with tap water. I turned on the stove and put the pan on it. I waited for it to begin boiling. When it began to boil I put the pasta in. I almost let the whole box of pasta into the water. I put the timer for twelve minutes. While I was waiting I began to discover the type of tools my mom had found necessary to buy. There was a little Saute Pan shaped timer (that I used), there where ten similar but different spoons that where used to take out pasta or sauce, there where spatulas, brushes, etc. I took out three different spoons that looked like pasta spoons. When ten minutes had past I decided to see if the pasta was soft enough to take out. While doing this I burned my pointer finger five times in less than a minute. Then I accomplished to burn my already burned tongue eating the pasta. Now THAT takes talent. I left it to boil a couple minutes more and took it out of the stove. Not remembering what to do next I began my calling again. I ended up calling my dad four times today just so I could talk to my mom. I took the pasta and water out of the pan and put them in a Collinder. A Collinder is a pan with wholes at the bottom of it. I drained the pasta and put it in a pan. I put some milk, to add some moisture to it, and a pre-made Carbonara sauce. After the sauce melted and combined with the pasta I took it out. As I started eating it I noticed that it was still cold. Why? The sauce and milk had yet to be heated in the pan. But, after putting the plate into the microwave it heated up and once again burnt my tongue. In the end, the pasta turned up tasting fine and I didn't burn the apartment down, though some gas leaked from the stove making me open all the windows near by.
Down Side of this: I wasted another hour doing the pasta.
Up Side: I now know how to do pasta that isn't made in a minute. More than what my brothers, who are in college, know how to do.