That is IT, I am done with baking! Last night my buddy and I tried to bake a cheesecake, we followed all of the directions perfectly! We baked it for 40 minutes, just like the recipe said to do, and when I got up to have a piece this morning... the inside is not all textured like a cheesecake is supposed to be. It is quite "jigglish", if you know what I mean. It does not even really TASTE that good either.
So I am hanging up the baking mits, and leaving it to the proffessionals, like my mom. Alright, so of course I am going to bake again sometime (probably again tonight), but I just wanted my moment to feel vincdictive toward the lack of good food I have made recently. I really can cook, honestly! My red beans and rice are definitely kickin', and I have been known to make good rainbow chip cupcakes too.
I also make great rice-a-roni, but I guess that does not count. Does it? Hm.
Another exciting thing I have managed to learn how to do is wrap presents. Alright, I have not quite gotten it down to an exact science, and the presents do end up looking a little ganked up... not to mention the absurd amounts of tape. THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT! The point is, however, that I do not sit the present in the middle of some wrapping paper, roll it up, then twist the ends. To give you a better mental image of what this might look like; think of how a peppermint is rolled inside of its plastic.
Yeah, that's what it looks like, probably even less festive.
What do I have planned for today? I plan on learning the rest of that ridiculous cheerleading dance I have to teach my middle school cheerleader childrenses, and that's it. I really am interesting, honestly! None of my pals are as easily entertained as I am though. For example: I felt like going to municipal and feeding the ducks. I find this activity to be quite satisfying, and exciting when it comes to me running across the park from particularly grumpy ducks. I asked my gay man if he wanted to go with me, he declined by saying, "That sounds boring, Dina," and then requested I join him in "clubbing" that night at some club named Atlantis.
So I am hanging up the baking mits, and leaving it to the proffessionals, like my mom. Alright, so of course I am going to bake again sometime (probably again tonight), but I just wanted my moment to feel vincdictive toward the lack of good food I have made recently. I really can cook, honestly! My red beans and rice are definitely kickin', and I have been known to make good rainbow chip cupcakes too.
I also make great rice-a-roni, but I guess that does not count. Does it? Hm.
Another exciting thing I have managed to learn how to do is wrap presents. Alright, I have not quite gotten it down to an exact science, and the presents do end up looking a little ganked up... not to mention the absurd amounts of tape. THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT! The point is, however, that I do not sit the present in the middle of some wrapping paper, roll it up, then twist the ends. To give you a better mental image of what this might look like; think of how a peppermint is rolled inside of its plastic.
Yeah, that's what it looks like, probably even less festive.
What do I have planned for today? I plan on learning the rest of that ridiculous cheerleading dance I have to teach my middle school cheerleader childrenses, and that's it. I really am interesting, honestly! None of my pals are as easily entertained as I am though. For example: I felt like going to municipal and feeding the ducks. I find this activity to be quite satisfying, and exciting when it comes to me running across the park from particularly grumpy ducks. I asked my gay man if he wanted to go with me, he declined by saying, "That sounds boring, Dina," and then requested I join him in "clubbing" that night at some club named Atlantis.
Needless to say, I declined in return. Aside from the fact that I am not exactly the "clubbing" type, I am especially not the type who would want to spend her saturday evening surrounded by a bunch of drunken weirdos, being groped at by the drunken weirdos, while the drunken weirdos initiate a bar fight that breaks out right behind me. For some strange reason, I never found this appealing. I'm such a spoil-sport.
I think I am getting to the point where I need to invest in a new cell-phone. If it was linen, it would be ragged.
If you catch my drift.
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