Well, I almost set my house on fire a few minutes ago.

It is common knowledge that I enjoy cooking. It's always been a hobby/talent of mine, and I find it incredibly theraputic. So after tonight, when i finally sat my mom down and told her i wanted to go back to school, I was in a particularly depressing mood.
so i whipped out the cookbooks.
because cooking makes me happy when i'm sad.

i made a hot fudge pudding cake.

it looks good.

however, our oven, which is about 30 years old and hasn't been cleaned in about a decade, at least, is quite tempermental, in the sense that it is both lopsided and has no sense of what temperature soemthing shold be cooked at. Seriously, there is a board propping it up, and the knob is absolutely useless.

so when i baked my cake...it dripped...and then kinda blew up a little.

now there is chocolate all over the kichen...it is reminiscent of the time meg and i tried to make brownies...

all is well in the kitchen now, aside form the smell of burning chocolate, which will hopefully dissappate soon.


so off i go to clean up the mess and try to salvage my cake.

Got my letter from AADA today.

Didn't get in. :(

Not in a talking kind of mood...or a typing mood, for that matter.


"Don't follow your heart, cuz it just seems to get in your way..."~DC






God. I'd give anything to be 13 again.

"On the way home, this car hears my confessions...I think tonight I'll take the long way."

Audition is over.
I have no idea how I did...we will see.

I leave in 30 hours.
I cannot sleep.
Kevin said I should take a bath and a sleeping pill and pass out til mid afternoon tomorrow.
I got as far as the bath.

There are 62 hours until my audition.