Dave and I were talking to dinner, and overheard a guy say "s-l-double e-p", and then a girl ask "what's that?"

Oh, the future of the world

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So I felt the need to bake a cake.

I take the time to grease/flour the pan, all of that, and I bake the cake.

It smells AWESOME. Just like Dave's mom's cake, the ends were small and the middle rose properly.

I let the cake cool, and went to dump it on a plate. Guess I didn't let it cool enough, because it BROKE when I was dumping it!!! T.T

I cut the broken part and made cake-sammiches with it, cake on either side, icing in the center.

I left the intact part in the pan, I'm going to let it fully cool, and then see if it falls out.

Stupid oven.

Actually, I wondered if the fact that the oven isn't clean, thanks to burnt chickens and other things that have been there FOREVER and aren't even recognizable, they are just pure carbon now.

OK, another funny. I was in Walmart, and I saw White Person. He says "hey! it's a black person! you're not supposed to shop at walmart!"

To which I reply "of course I am! It's the only place black people are allowed to shop! I'm sure the cashier always has troublesome black people come through all the time! Look at him, he's starting the smile, it's TOTALLY true!" And White Person and I start laughing, while the cashier goes "WHAT???!"

It was entertaining.

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Whenever I have a nice semi-toasty mug of coffee, my armpits gush like a girl who's just broken up with her boyfriend.

So it's not the deodorant... it's my coffee habit. Gotta remember: don't drink coffee if i'm going to wear something I don't want to sweat in.

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Why is it that when I put on deodorant, I start sweating like an awkward-teen-boy-talking-to-the-popular-girl's palms?

My armpits could fix the state's drought problem! >:O

Also, I wrote about HP being stupid about my keyboard a while ago, I wanted to replace it, but they want me to send them my computer.

I don't know why it took me so long to think of it, but I've totally ghettorigged my keyboard. I took a strip of tape, and ran it from the up key, across the down key, and to the palm rest. The up/down keys are a bit hard to press, but if they both work and I don't have to constantly chase after the key, it's worth it.

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Anyway.

I was walking from dining hall back to my room, and I looked down and saw a circle with two perpendicular arrows pointing out of it. I was going in the direction of one arrow, so I followed it. Then I saw more arrows, and followed them.

I came across a few more split-circles, but I didn't have time to follow them. :/
I started to wonder where they went, even though I know how to get around campus, and where most everything is or leads to.

The arrows made me think that even though I know where they might lead to, I don't know where they lead to, and even though I could get to wherever it was they were leading on my own, the arrows made it more of adventure. They turned the known into the unknown.

Though I guess I really didn't know anyway, since I didn't know why the arrows were there anyway.

Forgive my attempt at being... "deep".

How sad, it's going to rain. No more arrows.

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Somedays I'll be out and about, walking around, and there will be some parent, walking around with their kid who is maybe two or three.

Then, all of a sudden, you hear "Mommy/Daddy, we're lost!"

Then the parent always says something like, "silly goose, you can't be lost, you don't know where you're going, but I do, and you're with me!"

Then the kid goes on about how they're obviously lost, because the kid has no clue where they are.

It's always ridiculously cute...

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