Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

So, as some of you may know, my sister and I are in a competition with one another over who can make the other awesomer birthday cakes. As of right now, I am ahead by two years- here is the castle cake of 2008 and the rainbow cake of 2009.

( And this is the rainbow cake 2010! )

Also, I suck at packing, but I need to get good fast so that I can GO VISIT MONICA TOMORROW YAAAAY!

Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy



This may not be the most attractive picture of my sister or me, but goddamn do I love it. It was our 2008 Christmas photo shoot, and when we were getting ready to do it for some reason Mel and I were sniping at one another about stupid things, and then we went outside to take pictures and my mom got all snitty, and in response, Mel and I got... giddy? EVERYTHING WAS FUNNY. We were in hysterics the whole time and enjoying ourselves and then Mom got happy too and it was just the best. Just looking at it reminds me of that afternoon and it makes me smile.

Hannah said "pics or it didn't happen" about my cakes, so here they are!

( These are a few of my favorite things. )

So, today I call my dad like I normally do in the morning, and he says, in this super grave voice "Have you heard? It's all over the news." Naturally, I'm like oh shit, what's happened?! Thinking it was some kind of terrorist attack or something.

Nope! Instead I find out that at my sister's high school, someone was fatally stabbed. As in, in the vicinity of my baby sister, someone stabbed someone to death! Most likely over something incredibly stupid. Now the school is crazy with parents trying to pick up school, police officers and detectives over the campus, which is in lock-down. So yeah. Kind of horrifying. And then by the time I got to campus, it was on the yahoo news page, and then I got texts from Monica and Hannah.

Hannah, she just texted to ask what school I went to, and where Mel went. Monica thanks me for a message on her fbook wall, and then says that there's been a stabbing at CGSH. THANKS FOR BREAKING IT TO ME SO GENTLY, MONICA.

Crazy.

So, basically everyone commented on Michael Jackson and his death, so here's what I have to say about this: it is sad that he died. Truly it is. But guys. He was a pop star. He sang pop music. He might've been a very talented pop star, but the man couldn't cure cancer with his dance moves. So I'm finding this funeral hoopla a bit... much. (It also reminds me that when I die, I don't even want a wake. Funerals freak me out, man.)

Mel and I woke up early so we could go to my cousin's house and teach her children how to swim. Because everyone knows that Mel and I are good swimmers, and that I taught children for six summers... the last time being when I was seventeen. (And last summer, but that shouldn't count.) Jaylen is three and a half, Jake just turned two. There are effing limits to what we can teach these kids. And I know this, and I know my cousin doesn't expect us to have them swimming the channel by next week, but even the difference in what you can expect from a five year old and what you can expect from a three year old is vastly different. Also, they're both scared of the water. Aces.

Last night I watched the season two finale of BSG. I think my problem is that the first time I watch a show, I miss almost every single major plot point unless it is in my face. The fact that the cylons were like "hey, no more chasing you, the nuclear holocaust was a mistake!" totally went over my head. What do I remember? Lauroslin losing and Gaius deciding to settle and start the New Capriasco. (The episode has a delightful amount of Thranders, though. Seriously, Kara + Lee = angst and sadfaces. Kara + Samders = GIGGLES and HAPPINESS and LOVE. They are the best, sweetest couple ever. If Lauroslin and Papadama didn't spank them in being awesome constantly they would be my favorite. [Though they kind of battle it out with the Tighs. EPIC ETERNAL LOVE IS EPIC AND ETERNAL.])

Also, I have to call my apartment complex because apparently my rent was late. WTF.