I remember having an orange cake for my birthday when I was probably 10 or 11... *edited confessions of a fat kid removed from post* I'd never seen nor had orange cake since then (probably for the best) until I found a mix and baked the damn thing. Its amazing how smells/tastes are so familiar (yes, I'm still that fat kid). Hmmm. I have no idea why I shared this shameful tidbit of information.
I want to move to Alaska.
Underworld Live - Everything Everything is the best workout music ever.
Dave arrives in 90 hours.
I never update about school because I'd like to forget each passing day (37 remain).
I'm beginning to think I shouldn't update about trying to get a job (I still want to move to Alaska).
(Parentheses are my friends.)
I bought a lovely black and white checked long wool coat yesterday. If it would only return to 50 instead of 80, I'd be in heaven.
Is there honestly anyone who wouldn't want to live here?