_012. "I Know I Know I Know"
So.
I never realized how many people ready my livejournal. And let's just say I'm surprised. o_O I know the link is up on my profiles, but I never knew that people would actually click it and read it. Haha. Recently people at school would go up to me and be all, "Oh I read your LJ about blah blah blah" and it really catches me off guard.
'What? You read my LJ?'
'Oh, you know, from time to time.' ^_^U
Haha. Oh well, in advance sorry if I offend any of you whatever I write in here if you're mentioned, I couldn't care less if anyone reads this thing, this is seriously just something I turn to so I can vent and just talk about my day (to myself). Lawl.
So today was pretty much any other day. I'll just say this though--I wish I weren't so GOD. DAMN. SENSITIVE. My aunt used up the eggs I needed to use so I can bake my cake I wanted to make for history class. [I intended to use the people in my history class as guinea pigs to see if it tasted good. It was going to be a checkered lemon and chocolate cake.] When I got all of my ingredients together and reached for the eggs, I was short one egg. I started to cry a little bit out of frustration because I was so excited to bake this cake and to possibly experiment with chocolate. You see, I don't have homework today [FOR ONCE] so I was planning to just blast some good ol' Suffrajet and Le Tigre while whipping out pastries. But, NOPE! My aunt used the eggs to make breakfast and then cookies for my cuzzos...
I know it's not her fault, but I just left everything on the counter, threw my apron and went upstairs and had a hissy fit with one or two tears. Yeah, I'm the biggest baby you'll ever meet. My mom says we'll go out and get more ingredients [and eggs of course!] later, but now my stupid, sensitive spirit for baking today has diminished. Now I'm going to give myself a manicure/pedicure, pluck my eyebrows and shave my goddamn legs.
I'll probably get in the mood to bake again later. Once I get those darn eggs. Bleh.
OPI-CHAN: CRY BABY EXTROARDINARE! (What's Opi-chan you say? My new nickname. Haha, don't ask. I like it though, despite it's connotation. I think it's very kawaii ;] Write BOX-CHAN?)
I never realized how many people ready my livejournal. And let's just say I'm surprised. o_O I know the link is up on my profiles, but I never knew that people would actually click it and read it. Haha. Recently people at school would go up to me and be all, "Oh I read your LJ about blah blah blah" and it really catches me off guard.
'What? You read my LJ?'
'Oh, you know, from time to time.' ^_^U
Haha. Oh well, in advance sorry if I offend any of you whatever I write in here if you're mentioned, I couldn't care less if anyone reads this thing, this is seriously just something I turn to so I can vent and just talk about my day (to myself). Lawl.
So today was pretty much any other day. I'll just say this though--I wish I weren't so GOD. DAMN. SENSITIVE. My aunt used up the eggs I needed to use so I can bake my cake I wanted to make for history class. [I intended to use the people in my history class as guinea pigs to see if it tasted good. It was going to be a checkered lemon and chocolate cake.] When I got all of my ingredients together and reached for the eggs, I was short one egg. I started to cry a little bit out of frustration because I was so excited to bake this cake and to possibly experiment with chocolate. You see, I don't have homework today [FOR ONCE] so I was planning to just blast some good ol' Suffrajet and Le Tigre while whipping out pastries. But, NOPE! My aunt used the eggs to make breakfast and then cookies for my cuzzos...
I know it's not her fault, but I just left everything on the counter, threw my apron and went upstairs and had a hissy fit with one or two tears. Yeah, I'm the biggest baby you'll ever meet. My mom says we'll go out and get more ingredients [and eggs of course!] later, but now my stupid, sensitive spirit for baking today has diminished. Now I'm going to give myself a manicure/pedicure, pluck my eyebrows and shave my goddamn legs.
I'll probably get in the mood to bake again later. Once I get those darn eggs. Bleh.
OPI-CHAN: CRY BABY EXTROARDINARE! (What's Opi-chan you say? My new nickname. Haha, don't ask. I like it though, despite it's connotation. I think it's very kawaii ;] Write BOX-CHAN?)