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I love to bake. Typically I don't bake as much as I would like to because I need people around to eat it. So I tend to bake when there is some kind of event, otherwise I give the stuff to coworkers and friends. Lately, I have been baking a lot of cupcakes. I love cupcakes because they are super cute and fun to decorate. I gave last week's cupcakes to my neighbors, the apartment complex manager, and him and his 2 roommates. I have a reputation for making fabulous desserts (for the most part, lol, accidents happen, okay!).
A couple years back, my roommate Kenisha asked me to bake the cakes for a going-away party that she was hosting for her then boyfriend who was moving to LA. The party was being planned by her and his mother, who lived in Arizona and was coming to Colorado for the event as well as to help him move. Anyway, as they were figuring out what they needed to buy as far as decorations and sending out invitations and such, Kenisha let his mom know that I would be taking care of the cakes so they didn't need to order any. On the day of the party, I went over to Kenisha's house and as she was introducing me to his mom, she took one look at me and said Bones is going to bake a cake?!? I just stood there in shock. I thought that when you said you had a friend that was going to make the cakes, it was going to be some big ol' girl. Bones can't bake a cake. She continued as if I wasn't even there. My feelings were crushed. I didn't even know what to say. Kenisha told me to just ignore her (and as I spent more time around her, I realized that she lacks a bit of couth). I put it out of my mind, baked the cakes and they looked and tasted great. Nevertheless, to this day, what she said comes to mind, except that now instead of hurting my feelings it makes me laugh.
Today I baked chocolate fudge cupcakes topped with mocha amaretto buttercream frosting. They are extremely rich and delicious (unless of course you don't care for chocolate and/or coffee). Baking is like the perfect blend of science and art. So yes, bones can bake a cake. Thank you very much.
So I headed out this morning in pursuit of a couple of envelopes and some stamps. Three hours later, I found myself carrying a new TV up to my 5th floor apartment (all by myself, respect the muscle power). My old TV broke last year a couple months before I was scheduled to leave the country. The screen just went completely black one day (though the sound continued working fine). Everyone said that it wouldn't be worth having it repaired and that I should buy a new one instead. I figured it best to go without for a while and buy one when I returned. Now normally when I need to make a big purchase which involves a lot of different possibilities (commonly electronics), it takes me a long time. My usual process consists of online research and reviews, store visits, and price comparisons followed by an indefinite state of indecision and inactivity. After a while, I restart with the research because by then there are probably new products to consider. Eventually, I do come to a conclusion. Even if it takes me a bit longer, I don't mind too much, because I need to feel satisfied with my choice and cannot deal with buyer's remorse. Although I do have to admit that the whole process can be frustrating, especially when it is something that is more essential, like a television. If it was simply about me not being able to watch TV then it wouldn't have been such a pressing issue, because I have gotten used to not having one around. But when you can't invite someone over to watch a movie with you, it becomes a problem. And the Wii wasn't looking very impressive sitting around in its box either. I bought a TV, I'm happy with it, and what's that? I scheduled an appointment for cable installation tomorrow, gasp. Finally, I can watch all the shows that everyone is always talking about like Making the Band 4, Baldwin Hills, and all the other stuff they won't put online. Not to mention, no more watching episodes online constantly being interrupted by buffering. Movie previews, commercials, music videos. Finally, I am rejoining contemporary society.
Predictions for the upcoming week:
Want to come over and watch a movie with me? I made cupcakes.
We should watch The Hills together on Monday. Stop by around 7.
Wii party over here!!!!
Apparently, I like being stressed and anxious. Love it, in fact. Because if I didn't then I wouldn't insist on getting myself all emotionally worked up when my brain is thinking logically and telling me to calm down and reminding me that other times when I have felt this exact same way, things have always turned out fine and to put more faith in God and stop trying to make my own plans only to end up upset when they don't work out the way that I had planned, but end up working out perfectly according to God's plan. And everytime, every single time, every single fucking time, I look back and I laugh at myself for being so foolish. Yet, I continue to do it again and again. WHY?!?! That's the part I can't get. So the answer must be that I enjoy it.
I'm sitting at home watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days with a cool glass/bottle of shiraz, and it got me thinking about how the boy that I am dating is absolutely great. Attentive. Caring. Thoughtful. Affectionate. Catering. Dare I say...perfect. So perfect, that he makes me look like a complete ass. I mean what do you do when you are telling your friends stories and they are like Wow, he is so sweet! God Leela, how could you say that, you are so mean. Like what?!?! You are supposed to be repping Team Leela. Team Leela for life!!!! You are my friends! You should be saying If he ever hurts, he will have to answer to me. But nooooo, it's more like, Leela, please don't screw this up. Please. Leela, please. And believe you me (isn't that the weirdest expression), I have no intention of purposely messing things up. So you people can stay off of Team him (with all of the Leela, why?!?/Leela, what exactly is the problem?!?! comments) because guess what, there was a merger and we are now Team Us. So there!
The Libra Woman Your date's charm and elegance masks a profound insecurity that her whole life is superficial. She might seem like she has it all, but she feels the scales aren't in her favor, continuously missing some part of herself that was never there to begin with. Clue: You can't complete her and don't try to fix her. She's not broken, just broken hearted...that the world isn't as beautiful and fair as she wants to believe. Help her to accept what's available rather than what should be possible.
My brother has a beer bong in the garage. When my dad asked, he told him that it was part of a science experiment. My dad said I'm not stupid.
I dislike public speaking. Mainly because I'm just no good at it. I had to give a presentation in class today on a paper entitled Little Evidence for Developmental Plasticity of Adult Hematopoietic Stem Cells. Riveting, I tell you. But the point is that I hate giving presentations because I always get ridiculously nervous. No matter how much I remind myself to command the deeper voice, I end up talking way too fast in a super high-pitched tone. And although I'm not one of those people who repeats umm, I repeat and instead, automatically turning all of my sentences into run-ons. At some point, I tend to lose my train of thought, because I'm so focused on my anxiety and then I scramble to regain control. It could be worse in my mind than reality, but still it's not a pretty sight. Basically I don't think that I like being the center of attention. It makes me nervous. I'm probably being too self-conscious. Anyway, to my surprise, today I overcame my usual nervousness. I spoke calmly and clearly without fear of being asked questions that I wouldn't have answers to. And I felt great doing it. It may be a residual effect of that wine flight that I had last night. Whatever. Don't rain on my parade.
