~REAL LADIES DON'T GO FOR GIGOLOS~

Oh I have terrible, terrible taste in music.

So I was just cleaning out my ipod (NO NO I HAVE TO DRAG MY PRESHIOUS SONGS OUT KICKING AND SCREAMING), and I found this lovely tune by a Eurovision winner (I think?) anyway she's Greek, and I suspect this was a line dancing song my mother guilted me into downloading, and I found myself inexplicably addicted to it.

Now with such scintillating lyrics as: "I'm not your average bimbo, lost in limbo". Indeed.

Anyway this lovely lady is like two artistes down from Grayceon

Schizo much.

Also, what the hell is Good Charlotte doing on my ipod?

History assignments. ugh. Yes I know they are good for me and I wouldn't study otherwise but still. Ugh.

Disaster.

Aww, you think. Sho pwetty.

Well unfortunately they're all mushy and weird inside.

At least I made them look decent.

Oh and I forgot to use unsalted butter for the caramel, so it reeks of butter. Yech. And now I have a bowl of it in the fridge, because again I end up with less cupcakes than the recipe suggested. Hmph.

Gtfo cupcakes. I'll stick to muffins. They've never failed me yet.

Oh and I melted a spatula. This is fun.

ETA: my mum thinks they taste fine. And they are surprisingly delectable. No trace of coffee at all though. Damn you weak free trade coffee. Oh well.

THIS IS HOW A HEART BREAKS

I know that song is old, but I still love it.

My dreams've been pretty epic lately. Note to self: don't run away from ZQ. It's not rape if I want it.

Oh, history was, umm. We'll see.

It is late (early) and I am hungry.

PS Am amazed at juvenility (juvenileness?) of people my age. Seriously, guys. Courting isn't that hard.