I literally wrote "kill me now" on my homework for my AP (aural perception) class. Along with "WTF" and "this crap is really hard". My teacher is pretty down with the kids so he can take it. Besides, he needs to know.
Just in case anyone is thinking if my life is all peaces and cream, I want to just say- you've been misinformed. Sure, things have not been the worst I've ever had but lately I've had pounding headaches that turn into canker sores, and relentless bags under my eyes. Stressed? Perhaps.
Sure, I said "I'm totally loving school right now weee!" But that was two weeks ago. THIS and last week has, for some reason, been one of these...
I don't have a whole list of ironic misfortunes to explain to you- for the most part I try to put them in the past, man. But I do recall one...
...charming little cupcakes, no? I had a whole day planned out but somehow, these cupcakes consumed my entire afternoon. I was fine with that for the most part; because I wanted them just so. I put extra care into the dollops of frosting, creating swirls and swivels I've never attempted before. Every sparkling sugar sprinkle was placed with exactness, after all, I was going to be taking pictures.
The moment arrived when I placed them on my favorite fall-ish looking plate to take them to the party. Everything was going according to plan. I even managed to remember to bring my directions! We made a few stops on the way- Target, Wal-mart, Wendy's. You know, the usual. All the while the cupcakes sat on the dashboard- no doubt catching the eye of every parking-lot-passerby.
Finally, when we neared the party I realized my directions were no where to be found. So at a red light I carefully placed them on the dash. The party was fun.
Oh what? Ohhhh.... Ok, so yeah. The normal thing happened, as it usually does... Tony said something like, "heh. WOuldn't it be FuNNy if thesE cupCakes fLeW off into your facE?"
Me: "Negative. I would be pissed. I have an expensive purse on my lap and this is a cute outfit."
***two seconds later***
Cupcakes a' Flyin'.
*Tony: pulling over to asses the damage to my get-up
Finally I politely asked him to open the door so I could throw all the cupcakes off of me, and out of my life forever.
We actually started cracking up. I almost brought the plate anyway... *shoves them towards partiers* "here are yer freakin CUPCAKES!" All for more laughs. Anyways. I was just sad that the birthday girl didn't even get to taste one. Sorry Tiffany. Really cute party by the way.
I think this calls for more cupcakes. Excuse me while I go bake...