and eat it too
Oh goddddd.... if I ever see another stick of butter, I think I might puke. I just made cake and frosting for Justin's birthday bash tonight and I'm looking at it now that I've made it (and consequently eaten about a half cup sum total batter and frosting) and feeling totally ill. I'm a terrible baker because I'm an "eater." It's not that I have no willpower, it's just that... well... um... I have no willpower. That doesn't bother me because I feel obliged to eat what I'm making to be sure it's seasoned right and tastes good. And I can't bear to see anything go to waste by being left on bowls and beaters. It's a wonder I don't weigh a kiloton. Yeesh.

So I got another university letter today. Looks like I'm one of the quilifiers for at least one of the two $7,000 Freeman scholarships for which I applied. YAY ME!!! Unfortunately, it still means more waiting as there's some interview process to go through and mine is scheduled for April 28th. I'm not worried about the interview per se; in fact, it pretty much guarantees me the money since I interview so well. I just don't like the waiting.

Now away to rest before a night of muy drinking and debauchery!