Hideous Cupcakes

I have just made the World's Ugliest Cupcakes. Like, these poor little suckers deserve a prize. Yikes.

Context: 2 of my roommates have surrounding birthdays, so their joint birthday/St. Patrick's day shenanigans are goin' down at our house in about 20 hours. And, because I live with loons, I have been commissioned with cakes. 3-ish of them. Two normal cakes, and herb-infused cupcakes. I got back from the show I'm currently stage managing at around 10:30 and the magic began...

Now, the cosmos were against the little guys from the start. I've never actually made special food before (due to my socially crippling square-dom), so... I don't know if that affects the baking process or what. It also maaaaaaaaybe has something to do with my having forgotten to grease the pan. I'm not sure that fully explains the absurd amount of lumps they've managed to grow, though. Seriously. Their repulsive visage cannot be overstated. I just made 24 gently chocolate/violently weed-scented quasimotos.

Mama Bear is so proud.

Blueberry bundt and German chocolate, HERE WE GO.

You're welcome party-goers.

Update: Blueberry is beautiful, but will probably grow up feeling inadequate with of all the guilt-love I bestow upon the mutant cupcakes.

One to go.

Just Let It Happen, Yo.

Hey again.

So...a lot of funny things get under our skin. These trivial, silly things, but people can reeeeeeally go to the mat over their little annoyances. Don't get me wrong, I have a long list of nonsensical pet peeves myself... But today isn't about that. Today is for you, Things I Find Acceptable. This list is in your honor.

9 Things I Don't Hate (But That You Just Might):

1) The Word "Moist" - So, somewhere along the way, "moist" gathered an impressively large entourage of haters. Passionate haters. Now, I've never found the word "gross" or "icky" or unpleasantly "pornographic." It just makes me think of cake. And moss. And right after it rains. You know, nice things. Leave moist alone.

2) Uncomfortably Personal Conversations With Strangers - Too good.

3) Buying Condoms - All the better if the cashier gives you some knowing eyebrows as they tell you to "have a nice night." Thank you. I SHALL.

4) Loud Shades of Orange - Okay, maybe I'll never truly like this color, but I have to respect the power of a shade that feels like it's assaulting all of my senses at once... I guess this one's more of a surrender than a declaration of not-hate.

5) Having Braces - Well. Had. Man, those things were cool! You got to pick the colors, and stick magnets to your face, and look like a damn robot. Plus, you got straight teeth out of the deal. Braces own.

6) Halloween Sluts - (As long as they don't complain about being cold or try to deny the majestic sluttery of their costume.) Just let it happen, yo.

7) Puberty - Honestly... It just wasn't that bad. I mean, I lived and everything.

8) Scars - They are nowhere near a flaw. They are stories, they are badass, and they are beautiful. Wear them with pride.

Oh... and:

9) Nicholas Cage - There. I said it.

Feel the love. 

Or, you know. 

Close enough.

Here Goes.

Alright. First blog.

I guess insomnia gets the credit/blame for this starting up... Late night thoughts need to end up somewhere, after all. So, why not the internet?

Okay, a couple of things you ought to know up front: I'm fond of lists and have an...avant-garde sense of grammar, vocabulary, and coherent narratives. Sorry. Just the way this swing swings.

Carrying on with the whole get-to-know-you thing.

I'm a theatre dork, an Oregonian, an anatomy and linguistics enthusiast, a college student, and a girl. For lack of a better word. I've got awkward taste in music, a love for trivial facts, and a horrifying suspicion that I have a huge crush on Nikola Tesla. I played rugby for 2 1/2 years, but had to quit due to a head injury (and the time-consuming monster that is theatre). Oh. And people. People are my favorite thing.

General life update.

I moved to Bend, Oregon (from Eugene) about 5 months ago, which was a bit of a swap. Still working on the settling in and all. I kinda like the feeling of being on my toes all the time, though.

Doing things. Roughly all of my time is divided between A) school, B) this addictive place called 2nd Street Theater, C) work, and D) awkward gallivanting.

Almost wish sleep made it in there, but then it wouldn't be an adventure...

There's probably other stuff, but I assume that'll become apparent as the blogging continues.

We'll see how it goes?