Sweet!!!

Y'know what's good? Cake.

Everyone's probably smacking themselves in the forehead now saying "Ugh, I was totally going to say cake, and then I didn't; I read too fast and didn't give myself time to come up with an answer, but I totally would have said cake, I swear!"

Cake is one of the best things ever. Marc Acito writes in How I Paid for College of the magical wish granting properties of cake. Birthdays, celebrations of life, are looked forward to because cake is involved. Have you ever seen someone become sad because they were offered cake? Of course not! Cake is amazing! In an effort to make sure that everyone can have cake, gluten-free, vegan, Kosher for Passover, and sugar-free cake have been invented. Anybody who says they don't like cake is a liar, or they've just been eating really crappy cake.

I mean, the sheer goodness of cake has even found its way into some incarnations of the "Rules of the Internet." Something about the deliciousness of the cake and how it is therefore necessary for one to partake of it. It's one of those Rules in the 40s. Yeah, somewhere in there.

And now, for the pictures. Oh, yes, you had to know there'd be pictures of cake involved here. Behold!

My 20th birthday cake! (It was Lemon Butter-Cream.)

This cake was baked by a girl in my acting class who then frosted and sprinkled it as an activity during a Meisner exercise. And then she let us eat it! (It was strawberry.)

Mmm, as my buddy Paco once wisely told me, "Tengri the sky god smiles upon cake from the land of the Eternal Blue Sky."

John had a girl he knows make my birthday cake. It was the most delicious cake EVER! I'm glad we went with lemon, because I had originally asked him to have her make apple-honey cake (since my birthday was on Rosh Hashanah this year), but John, obviously not knowing enough about cake, didn't think she could make it. It's not hard; you make an apple cake with honey in it or a honey cake with apples in it. But whatever. Eating that lemon cake was like having a mouth orgasm. And it was super cute.

Speaking of John and cake, he used to work at a place next to Bronwen Weber's Frosted Art, and helped her out doing who cares what a couple of times. She made a cake for his friend Becky's birthday once. I reacted to this the way John reacted to finding out that I shook Jimmy Carter's hand when I was in fourth grade. Bronwen is a cake goddess. And, yes, I do in fact watch the Food Network Cake Challenges like a housewife watches soaps.

After all this cake talk, I think I might have to run across the street to Kerby Lane to get a slice of the best carrot cake ever. But before I do, here are some related pictures of cookies:

The reason I'm holding them like that is because I kept forgetting to take the picture before taking the first bite. Oops.

It's the Jewish holiday of Purim tonight, which means that my dad brought me Hamantaschen, the traditional cookie of the holiday. I would have put up pictures of those, since you may never have seen Hamantaschen before, but I, uh--I ate them all before I could take a picture. That not entirely true, I've still got a couple of chocolate ones, because I don't like chocolate, but I snapped them apart to see what flavor they were, so they aren't in any shape to be photographed. But here's the Wikipedia page on them, if it's any consolation.

Well, that was fun. Hey, does anyone else have a sudden, unexplained desire to eat cake? Weird.

It's Not Technically My Fault, But...

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in almost a month. I've had no internet and now no computer and there's been school work and oh!, everything's just been a mess. I'm actually in the computer lab now, what with my lack of personal computer, and as I sat here, I thought, "Geez, I should at least apologize to the two people who read my blog," so I'm sorry guys. I have a couple of posts that I had been trying to tweak before my computer troubles started, and I'll get them up soon. I promise.

In other news, I'm doing well in all of my classes (for once), and am actually planning to keep it up. I got my first German test back today with a 93, and did a little happy dance in my seat, even though I lost half a point for something really stupid (quick writing error that turned a lower-case N into a lower-case R), but whatever.

In my Acting III class on Thursday, I blushed during the activity my partner and I were doing, but not out of embarrassment being in front of the class, but as an actual reaction to what was going on in the scene. It was AWESOME. I've been acting my whole life, but this was the first time that I forgot about the audience and became completely immersed in the scene. I blushed a couple of times and my eyes got wet and I was emotionally drained after the fifteen minutes (that felt like five) and DAMN, was it all really cool. For the first time in my acting career (which I've all but given up for technical theatre), I felt like an actual actor.

This morning I got a call, which I returned and left a message about this afternoon, offering me a single room in the really nice dormitory across the street next year. I thought long and hard (ha, long and hard) about it and finally decided the pros outweighed the cons. I'll have my own bathroom; the space and quiet to read, write, design, daydream, and all the other creative things I like to do from time to time; the solitude necessary to start exercising regularly, which I need because I'm a freak and can't work out in front of other people (made even weirder by my build: 5'2.5" and about 107 pounds; there's no reason for me to get self-conscious, but I'm always afraid someone's going to tell me my form's bad or something); the alienation from society necessary to begin the soul-searching period of my life; no underage roommate preventing me from legally having alcohol in the room once I turn 21; probably the only opportunity that I'll ever have to live alone; and a plethora of other awesome things. The cons are that I'll have no one to have lengthy conversations with in person for long spans of time (perhaps weeks or months), that it's a co-ed dorm (ick, ball stank) and that I'll have to get over my fear of the dark. So I accepted the offer, and hopefully I'll get it.

My roommate will be getting her own apartment next year, and she will be hosting dinner parties, which I will be invited to (have I mentioned that I love my roommate?). And she's planning on getting a job this summer at the 24-hour cafe near John's apartment, so she'll get me the hook-up and I'll tip her well and everything with be awesome.

For once, John is doing worse in his classes than I'm doing in mine, but I'll wait until grades come out at the beginning of the summer to rub his face in it. Until then, I'm rubbing his face in the fact that I've starting working out while he sits around drinking whole six-packs by himself (sorry, John). To his credit, though, he has started watching his caloric intake, so go him. I'm trying to watch what I eat again, but this time because I'm mega-budgeting until Spring Break.

So, I promise that I will update with some fun posts very, very soon. I posted a bit about internet memes about three weeks ago, and then decided I hated it and took it down twelve hours later. But soon, meaning this week, I will have at least one new post (besides this one, of course) up, if not two. It's just such a drag to have to come to the computer lab to do them.

Before I go, here is an article that John forwarded to me. Movie buffs and literary fans alike, enjoy! I've missed posting, so I'll be braving the lab more often so I can talk to y'all. Later!