Lemon Cake

James and I just had a dance party. In my kitchen. To celebrate the fact that we found enough lemons to make lemon cake.
And then I realized that my dance moves were stolen from My Favorite Child in the Whole World.
And I felt a little lame.
But then I kept on dancing. 'Cause it was fun.

I thought I was bad during finals

I just had three slices of bacon and some very dark chocolate for breakfast.
What's wrong with me?
At least it was tasty.

Sometimes I think

I think I should get out of bed.
Also, I think that updating my facebook status every five seconds unhealthy.

Abigail is. . . needing to pee.
Abigail is. . . going to the bathroom VERY SOON!
Abigail is. . . back from the bathroom and contemplating eating a sandwich.
Abigail is. . . toasting some bread for a tasty sandwich.
Abigail is. . . spreading some peanut butter on her tasty sandwich.
Abigail is. . . eating her tasty sandwich.
Abigail is . . . full from eating her tasty sandwich.

I think I need to stop.
But it's SO FUN!

I am uninspired

I had a craving for lemon cake today. So I got some at Starbucks. It was delicious. Or, mostly delicious. But it wasn't enough to staisfy my craving. I needed more. So I got some at Au Bon Pain on my way home. What I really needed to do was make the lemon yogurt cake from Orangette (I can't figure out how to link on a Mac, but it's orangette.blogspot.com). But I couldn't. Because I just couldn't. Because we had guests and I had spent the day thinking about encopresis. (Google it. Just do it. And then you'll understand how weird I am, that I willingly think about this sort of thing on a regular basis). So instead, I tried to make eggs for dinner. It didn't work out:



You can see it there in the trash can. It was bad.

Clearly, I was having a bad food day. This needed to be remedied. I brought out the big guns. First, I got the huge hunk of chocolate in a trash bag.



And then I got some delicious milk.



I took a bite of a), then drank some b). And then I repeated. And then I repeated again.
Really, I should just go to bed.

Advice

Watching SVU before bed is not a good idea.

Or maybe it just is not a good idea for wimps like me.

Oh, No!

Oh, No!
It's Gradumagation Day for my friends, and it's pouring down rain!

Gradumagation

Tomorrow my class graduates from Dartmouth College.
In taking a year off, I knew I wouldn't graduate with everyone else. I also knew that I didn't really care.
I have been in a funk for the past two weeks. I have cried more this week than I have in a long time. I'm not really sure why, but I have a hunch that it has to do with graduation.
I'm staying, and they're all leaving.

Wow. I'm good at happy posts, no?

I do have lots of pictures from Senior Week, and I'll write a post about that sometime, or post them to facebook. Probably both. Because why not put pictures in multiple locations on the internet? Why not make sure that people can see pictures of me AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE?