Why Walmart is evil
Topic: Family
When I got off work tonight at 7:30 I came home and my mom asked if I'd like to go to Walmart with her. Now, first I must tell you that we go there on a semi-regular basis. If we aren't there at least once a week in fact, they call to check on us. We are the reasons the Walton's are so very very wealthy.

But, I digress. We finally left at 9 after I got my shit in gear. The Walmart here was pretty recently remodeled into a Super Walmart, because regular Walmart just wasn't enough. The town of 10,000 people really needed another grocery store because the other three just weren't enough.

Because of this remodeling, the store is now twice as large. It's as though there is some kind of strange wormhole in the store and when I go in with my mother, I can't escape in less than an hour. I mean yes, I love the store. I could spend my entire check there. But I go in, spend the money and leave. My mother on the other hand, inspects every single thing in the building. I'm not joking.

The groceries, then the purses, then the clothes, then the cosmetics, then the fun jewelry. I didn't get home until midnight. I'm not kidding. Time clearly changes in this store, in order to take all of your money.

No, I wasn't abducted
Topic: Me
It has been almost one year since my last post. I'm not sure why I stopped. I lost the drive I suppose. When I logged back in, I considered just closing this blog and starting over again. But then I read the few posts I had.

They are a part of who I am and I could delete them but it wouldn't change the fact that I wrote them. They help me remember things that happened (albeit unimportant things) and realize that I really do need to use the 'spellcheck' feature offered by the lovely people at Angelfire.

And I breathe a sigh of relief
Topic: Work
Since Tuesday I have been running nonstop. I have been attending a conference for the company I work for. It's held in Columbus, at the Hilton. Get paid to eat and direct traffic and sleep in a very posh room. Not a bad gig.

What is a bad gig: Simultaneously doing the above while also making a cake for the auction, going to class and hightailing it back and forth from Columbus to Zanesville to take the class cake (as per my earlier post) to the mall.

So yeah, that sucked. I'm so dead tired. I'm so ready for bed. Sweet, sweet bed.

I have a picture of the cake I did (though the picture doesn't really do it proper justice) but I haven't put it on the computer yet, so the cake viewing will have to wait until tomorrow or so.

The cake the first year students did had these molded chocolate lilies on it. They were pretty. Except....they looked a lot like vaginas. I'm not even kidding. I know you're thinking, "This girl has a genitalia fetish ," but really I don't. They just looked like molded chocolate vaginas. I'm not the only one that thought so.

But that isn't my problem.

It also isn't my problem that the second year cake, while it turned out alright, looked sort of weird and random and out of place. I hope it falls. That would be sweet justice.

It's going to be like that mirror all over again
Topic: School
Every year there is an adult daycare center near where I live that puts on a cake auction. Businesses in the area donate cakes with incentives (gift certificates, etc) and people bid. The money goes to the center.

Being that I'm a culinary student, my class obviously donates 2 cakes every year. Well, lucky me, Miss Tennessee is like, spearheading the whole thing.

So help me God, if she makes a cake that looks like a dildo I'll strangle her.

She's picked out this horrible monster of a cake. Like 4 layers, I shit you not. Uh, she does know we have to transport this motherfucker right??

I tried to give my input, I was shot down. So, fuck her I say. I hope she makes it and the Goddamn thing falls over.

Tick tock, all you've got is time
Topic: Me
I find that my biological clock has been ticking particularly loud as of late. That's no good.