Oh my stars and----cupcake Bake! Where art thou King of Time!

There I was...it was 12:30pm and I had a rendezvous at 2:30 at a park. What was I to do with my debauched batch of cupcakes! I honestly felt like this: Now, I was fully prepared to have them taste my "Surprise Cupcakes" or Supcakes as I call them, but my mom had given me a lengthy conversation about how my friends would never trust me again if I gave them ruined cupcakes. That's right! Had I given them these Supcakes and they didn't like them, I would no longer be invited to their weddings, plan their birthday parties, pick their grandparents up from the airport, or be responsible enough to babysit their kids....well, maybe the babysitting job is already out. Anyways, her motto was that if you raise someone's expectations and you give them crap, then their disappointed standards will continue to be minimal for whatever future prospects you have in mind. So, had I given them sh%t cupcakes or Shicake (note: this word does not exist in the perverse underground of Japan) they most likely would've thought I was a novice baker who knew nothing of the fine arts of deliciousness-which is a complete lie, my middle name starts with an S and it's scrumptious, which in English, means "thou who makes delicious things."

So, what did I do. I threw 90% of the cupcakes away -my hard work D:- and made a new batch: fun-freakn-fetti! I had no more ingredients for the frosting, so I went dieting style by leaving them as is. I had about 4 of the ruined batch and stuffed them all in two container bins, and off I was to the metro! I had no idea if french people were addicted to cupcakes so I hid them in a plastic bag for the sake of my life -they're known to start revolutions and all that and I like my head- I finally got to the park and realized.....it's freakn cold.

If people can't tell by the gif. I freakn hate the cold. So there I was, at my destination -Metro Line A, Massena, if you must know- with my bag filled with supcakes and cold! Luckily, I met up with my two friends- Elisabeth and Connor and we all agreed that eating cupcakes in the arctic tundra that was the park wasn't ideal.





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Going to Elisabeth's place of course!

It was so amazing being there. Not only is her apartment the greatest apartment ever -I briefly met a dragon and a unicorn-riding wizard- but she had a playstation 2, and her and Connor liked everything I liked. :o It was like we were a family...but not, since Connor's british and Elisabeth is awesomely German.

We all agreed that Niles from Frasier is the best character: and we're all hardcore Star Trek fans.....but without asthma and social awkwardness. (Level up!). So, combined with absolutely geekdom, we decided that playing snowboarding video games -btw, did you guys know there's a shaun white snowboarding game, that's hilarious, just saying- and LSD-inspired car racing video games just wasn't enough. We HAD to eat Supcakes with redbull (my first energy drink in 8 years! asdkf;eweo......sorry!) and watch Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country -I couldn't really tell you what it's about since we had to discuss why Connor had to watch Enterprise and TOS....something about klingons....That proceeded to me asking Connor about his dreams -which are mega lame...in my professional psychiatric opinion ;). And during that 10 hour adventure of being a nerdy girl, I realized that I was a major fat ass, with 95% of my meals consisting of cupcakes and energy drinks... Take that Sally Struthers love child with Rosie O'Donnell.

I left the apartment to go back to my abode for some Z's.... (hah, more like watching more Spartacus!) only to find that the bitterfrost of false spring turned into a downpour. I'm still soaked from the rain and had I been a witch like my 3rd grade teacher had called me, I surely would have melted!!

Fun fact: Space doctors are hotter than Space Captains and British people use "stone" to measure someone's weight rather than pounds or kilos. That said, my friend Connor is 12 stone. I'm sure he won't mind me telling you, he's such a swell lad that one!

I think tomorrow I'll write about Sacramento bands that I like:

Til the morrow my good chaps!