Phew! My brother's wedding was excruciatingly awesome, and the past week has been hectic trying to catch up at work. Now it's time to plan a gigantic camping trip, make cupcake vitamins w/ Mr Bfriend, and play trombone in the pit for Cinderella. Yay summer!

From bornbackwards!

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: For those who are guessing -- looking the lyrics up on a search engine is CHEATING!

( just like meme used to make )

I didn't even know I was going to see the "squeakquel" to Alvin and the Chipmunks, but it is not in me to resist now that I know that Tasty Zach is totally starring in it. My love for him is pure and true and forces me to follow him even into the land of CGI chipmunks.

Also my cupcaking in the near future is going to suffer b/c Knights of the Old Republic finally came in the mail, which makes it hard just to sleep and not quit my job, let alone bake cupcakes for a boyfriend who believes that funfetti is the pinnacle of cupcakery, and a family who is totally sick of cupcakes. In any case, next stop: red velvet cupcakes. Those of you who have played KOTOR please don't reveal any spoilers in the comments b/c while I have played it into the ground, Mr Bfriend hasn't and hates spoilers with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns.

My broseph is getting married Saturday and I have many responsibilities including the bachelorette party and cantoring, so you lovely ppl may not hear from me for the next week. Real life? What's that?

Part one of the tasty cupcake anthology! I was kind of flying by the seat of my pants today b/c I'm committed to doing my own thing and not just slightly varying Mrs Betty Crocker's recipes. And b/c of that I completely forgot to put baking soda in my batter. -_-

All I did was replace a little of the flour w/ chai powder (from Trader Joe's, mmm). When I finished the batter was still quite thick for cake batter, so I mixed in a little milk and a little matcha chai concentrate (Oregon Chai, another mmm).

I only realized after I had spooned half of the batter into my muffin pan that there were no rising agents in my batter so I resigned myself to tiny, dense, cupcake vitamins. They ended up totally delicious (that matcha concentrate has a lot of sugar in it) but I only managed to squeeze 8 cupcakes out of the batch. Picture behind the cut!

( these cupcakes are 60% more pretentious b/c they have chai in them )

Also killmotion the great and terrible did a beautiful mock-up for the future signage of Cupcakes R Us, behind the next cut:

( i'm printing this out and putting it under my pillow tonight )

My broseph, who works at Best Buy and combined multiple delicious discounts, got me an Xbox 360 for my birthday, and it finally arrived yesterday while I was at work. (You're 20 already? Well it's high time you abandon all responsibilities in favor of virtual murder and sexual tension!) So now the question is, do I make a million cupcakes, or spend three hours designing the perfect character in Mass Effect?

I'm greatly amused by the whole thing, b/c now in my living room I have an ancient television, my broken ghetto laptop, and a beautiful, glowing Xbox 360. It's like if someone put an iPhone in the Smithsonian. I am living an anachronism folks! Now it's time to play video games from all the way across the room... w/ no cords! I love the future.

Had a good long heart-to-heart w/ dear mother about my future and chasing my dreams and making unlimited cupcakes and all that tonight. It's a bit daunting, changing majors, changing universities, changing cities, etc.

Still I think it's all totally worth it to do something I truly love. And can the world really ever have enough cupcakes in it? I submit that it cannot!

Mr Bfriend calls me cupcake b/c that is how I seduced him - namely, the potent combination of vanilla cupcakes w/ cream cheese frosting and watching Red vs Blue together. W/ that in mind, is Cupcake's Cupcakes too ridiculous a name for a bakery? How about Cupcakes Cupcakes Cupcakes? Cupcakes Ahoy? Cupcakes Aplenty? I have all these wacky plans for super-detailed stuff, but no idea what I'll actually call the greatest cupcake shop in existence (as I've no doubt it will be).

Tomorrow: Wake up at a decent hour, head to Michael's for frosting piping tips, tasty food coloring, dragees etc. This summer shall henceforth be known as the summer of cupcakes. Experiment one: chai cupcakes w/ cream cheese icing.

Saw Star Trek again w/ Mr Bfriend last night and I can attest that it's even better the second time around - not least b/c I can plan my popcorn-refill breaks to coincide w/ the horrible vagina-monster's appearance. I'm thinking of making a drinking game out of the movie, and everyone has to drink every time there's an unnecessary lens flare. I predict we will all be balls-to-the-wall drunk before the Kelvin is destroyed.

Had a makin-out-w/-Sawyer dream last night. So... best night ever?

i'm caught up to the third season of this show and I don't even have a sawyer icon yet. my lj skills have seriously deteriorated.

From may 2006 this rant has become pertinent again!

i need to start over
i need to meet new ppl
i need to feel what it's like again
to have competition

i need to practice
i need to stop procrastinating
i need to prioritize
and stop being a douchebag

i need to feel
i need to know what i feel
i need to show what i feel
instead of vague subtle hinting

i need to experience
i need to know what to do
i need to not need to know what to do
i need to start over

This wasn't intentional when I wrote it (my junior year in high school, yeesh), but note the line formed when you read only the bolded text: To have competition, and stop being a douchebag, instead of vague subtle hinting, I need to start over.

In short, my bfriend lives 90 minutes away now and my academic life is sort of the definition of topsy-turvy and livejournal seems like a good way to handle everything. Yay?

Post your favorite poem when you see that someone else has posted theirs.

if everything happens that can't be done
by my life partner e.e. cummings

if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
skip
around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one

one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we come who)
one's everyanything so

so world is a leaf so tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now

now i love you and you love me
(and books are shutter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we

we're anything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we're alive)
we're wonderful one times one

Last night I made history by attaining my first facebook boyfriend, by which I mean the first time since everyone in the world got a facebook that I have a boyfriend (for those playing along at home yes it has been three years which is just completely absurd). I just have this effortless thing w/ the aforementioned chuck lookalike and for the first time in a very long time I am plain excited, as cliched as it is, for what every new day is going to bring.

Up w/ finding a dude who is your type whose type also happens to be you!

It's 15 below zero (40 below w/ windchill) and I still have two quizzes today. I wouldn't care (much) if I lived two blocks from the academic buildings but I have to wait for buses and walk from bus stops and shit. At least the two classes I have today and ones I'm interested in (deutsch and sociology, wee!) so I won't be cold and catatonically bored.

This semester is shaping up to be approximately six hojillion times better than the last - I'm invested in all my classes (or, in the case of Phil 001 - Logic, committed to at least going), my schedule is infinitely more bearable, and there is a Chuck Bartowski lookalike in two of my classes who seems to think I'm pretty groovy. So here is to what looks like an extremely cold and superbly awesome semester.

So apparently I am now the kind of person who literally cries over nothing? WHO AM I

ps ironic icon, ironicon?

eta: after getting my period the day following this post i have reevaluated my craziness diagnosis. so it turns out i am just a marginally normal lady.

Icon meme! Wee!

Default:

Lyrics from my favorite barenaked ladies song of all time, it's sexy w/o really meaning to be and it just sounds like contentment to me.

Oldest:

Well, we do.

Newest:

Bin Bons reading, as I like to imagine, porn - wait for it - ography.

( onward to waffles! )

I've finally finished toggling my schedule (after the university relinquished control of it back to me, w/ added bonus: delicious financial aid refund) and I think this semester I might actually not die. I'm only taking chem (which I love w/ a passion), german (which I love w/ die Leidenschaft), and sociology and philosophy, which ought to be easy and count toward my GDRs at Madison.

Speaking of UW, all I have left to do is write my statement of why they should take me, which is arguably the most daunting part. I mean, when the question is, "What do you offer our fine university," even though my answer is "I'm undeniably cute and have awesomeness overflowing from every orifice" I don't think direct truth is the best way to convince them. So there's that.

In other news, blah blah work blah semester starts on monday blah car fund blah blah.

PS my only new year's resolution this year is to devote more time to sleep, which should not only make me happier but will also make me less acerbic to everyone around me. it's an altruistic goal guys!