Baking (with the Hunger Games)

After reading the title, at least the guys have probably already signed this off to be boring. Well it might be. But since it around 11 P.M. on Sunday night, this is what I'm going with. Let's begin.

Baking is an activity that I somewhat maybe sort of kind of enjoy. It's better than cooking at least. Anyways, this past Friday I made fudge. Peanut butter fudge with chocolate chips to be exact. As it was my first time making it, it's not perfect. But hey, fudge is fudge, so it's still pretty good. 

You know what my favorite part about baking is though? Licking the spoon or bowl. Growing up in my family, it was always, ALWAYS, a battle to see who could get to the spoon first.

 

The next couple minutes are chaotic and hectic. After hearing your mother (or father on rare occasion) yell that the spoon is finished with, those minutes consist of actually throwing down whatever you were working on and booking it to the kitchen. As shown below.

Now, I usually lost out to my brother when it came to all of this. He was older, faster, and could usually push/pull me out the way. I couldn't do anything back to him either. It was kinda awful. All I could really do was threaten him in my head and hope, for my sake, that he couldn't hear it. One of my more favorite threats I thought of before sounded a lot like this.

I realize this blog has been entirely pointless and boring, but it's the best I could do. If I'm correct, this is also the last blog that will be required of me. Ah, too bad (sarcasm noted). Anyways, I don't really see myself posting too much stuff after this but who knows, I eventually may. But until then,

UFO

Early Monday morning at an ungodly hour, approximately 4:30 A.M., I saw what some people spend most of their lives trying to see. A UFO. At this point, you're probably already laughing at this and thinking that I'm crazy. Well, I kind of am. I'm sort of joking though. Quite honestly, I'm not sure what I saw Monday morning. When I saw the bright, white light though, I imagined that it was an alien UFO. You know, just so I could have something to think about and keep me awake until I got to school. This is what I was imagining it kind of looked like.

Anyways, what I saw gazed upon that morning was a white light that lit up the entire sky, shot across the sky for about two seconds, and then vanished. As I told Pastor Reinert and my supposed friends about this Tuesday morning though, I was chuckled at by him and scoffed at by my two Twidlets. Typical. Pastor Reinert believes it was a light that fell off a plane and I just so happened to see it, but I don't believe it. If anything, it was a comet. Maybe. Whatever. I still like my UFO story the best.

Meh.

You know what the biggest problem about Tumblr is? It's addicting. I go there to get my little gifs, and I'll usually just look until I find a funny gif and then I'll come up with a subject about it. Tonight though, I just wasted an hour looking through a bunch of gifs that I am not and will never use. Why? It. Is. Addicting. This isn't the point of the blog though. Actually this blog isn't going to have a specific point or reason. I'm going to tell you a slightly embarrassing story about myself. The only, ONLY, reason I'm doing so is because I literally have nothing else to write about. 

Do you ever get those moments when you just wish you could crawl into a hole and never come out because you're just THAT embarrassed? I can honestly say that this doesn't happen much to me. On rare occasion though, it does. 

I was walking along a nature trail in the Washington Zoo with my brother Hunter and my friend Emily. To the left of said trail was a very steep hill that led up to the actual zoo again. I don't know what possessed my brother to do it, but he just started booking up the side of that hill, with Emily close behind, and I'm standing there slightly confused. As I watch my brother reach the top, I see him gracefully hop over the metal railing that separates the cement ground from the dirt and grass. As I gaze upon the railing, I start to think that the railing isn't too high. I start to wonder if I can look as cool as my brother did when he jumped over that railing. So I started sprinting up the hill. 

This is where my story starts to take a tragic turn. As I was approaching the railing, I was prepping myself for my graceful leap over it. Too bad it never happened. I was so close to getting over the railing. Oh so close. I got the first leg over, which was awesome. As the second leg was going over though, the tip of my foot struck the railing. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next.

 

The fall wasn't quite that long, but I assure you that that's how I unfortunately looked. Plus there wasn't any water to break my fall. Just cement. That wasn't even the worst part of it. The worst part of it was realizing that there are about fifty people staring at you. Remember at the beginning of the blog when I mentioned something about going into that hole and never coming out? Yeah, that time is right now. The first words that literally came to my mind were these:

 I just kind of got up and walked away at that point. Not my fondest memory. Obviously. 

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