I am not Martha Stewart.

So today is Christmas Eve (obviously) and it is traditional for my sister and I to bake goodies for the family. As my sister is married and has begun new traditions with her new family, it is pretty much up to me to live strong and to carry on what we started. I reckon I might be under prepared for a job this big.

The cookies were way too gooey and not cooked all the way, and the brownies burned like a champion.

Oh well. There is always next year.

Highway 50

So today was a disaster. I went looking for the Bealls in Winter Garden because they have this sale going on and mother wanted me to pick something up for her. I spent two stinkin hours driving around looking for this store. The worst part about it is that I was one street away from being where I should have been. ONE. And it took me what? TWO HOURS. Man, I had some serious teenage angst. I just need to invest in a GPS. Those suckers never leave you astray.

Cheese and rice, what I do for the love of a parent.

So final exams suck.

I'm exhausted.
I'm angry.
I'm stressed.

Why can't me and my friends just open that pet shop/ ice cream store we have always dreamed of? Who needs college???