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So I'm going home tomorrow....I wasn't planning on going home at all but my mother basically begged me and I caved. I can't be that much of an asshole on Christmas...and it's Michael's fault that I don't want to come (mostly...no one is completely innocent) and I don't want to punish her for it. I can't help feeling a little bit of martyrdom. I need to stop thinking like that or I'll go insane once I get there. Collin's really excited though. I think I might try and smuggle him with me back on the train (or buy him a ticket) so he can come hang out here for a while. Without school, being up here is like a vacation. I haven't had so many successive good days in a long long time.
I was supposed to go to Alison's for a bake fest but the snow isn't allowing it. So instead I have tons and tons of cake mix...I'm just going to make unlimited cakes. .... The pan I use is this rubbery Kitchen Aid thing and everything I make in it burns the bottom a little...so i've just been cutting it off. I thought about buying a new pan and I had one all picked out but I didn't buy it because I'm afraid if I burn things in the new pan then everyone will know it's my baking skills and not the shitty pan that's burning the cakes. It would be way too big of a face loss.
I was supposed to go to Alison's for a bake fest but the snow isn't allowing it. So instead I have tons and tons of cake mix...I'm just going to make unlimited cakes. .... The pan I use is this rubbery Kitchen Aid thing and everything I make in it burns the bottom a little...so i've just been cutting it off. I thought about buying a new pan and I had one all picked out but I didn't buy it because I'm afraid if I burn things in the new pan then everyone will know it's my baking skills and not the shitty pan that's burning the cakes. It would be way too big of a face loss.