Bananna Bread.

So, my parents were in Colorado for a week. Did I have a big party? No. Did I get into the liquor that they didn't bother to put away? Of course not.

But I did have both of my grandmothers over to flippin' babysit me. That pisses me off, at the root of things, but honestly it wasn't so bad. Gramma D let me record her telling me the beginning of her life story. Which I plan to finish recording soon and write a book about someday. She's had a pretty interesting life.

It was nice to, essentially, live on my own for a while. I even got sick while they were gone and had to take care of myself. Good practice for college. Oh, I got a parking ticket, too. Blocking the sidewalk. Are you fucking serious? It's my fucking driveway, muthafuckas. If someone's out for a walk...they can't spare a few more steps and walk around the end of my car? Fuck, you people XD

Anyway, the parents' flight was cancelled so they got home a day late. There was a big Halloween party that night, but you know what I did? I stayed home and baked bananna bread, from scratch. I hate baking. It's such a precise science. I'd rather just cook and wing it and be able to play with it the whole time. Baking is more of a waiting game. The bread turned out great though. Next time I'm gunna try layering some caramel sauce into it.

Oh, first quarter's just ended. You know what that means? That means I've got 3/4 left of my senior year. Three quarters of a year left to make it the best year there ever was :3 I think I can do it.

"I'm all right. I'm good. There have been better times, but I'll be okay."
--Kenny Chesney

p.s. Kenny Chesney and Russel Crowe, my new obsessions. "A Beautiful Mind"? If you haven't seen it, do it. Now. I insist.