The coolest cake ever

I've never been quite good in the kitchen. I can fry an egg but that's about it. I used to be proud to say I can make the best Jell-O ever, but even my Jell-O has been suckish lately.

For some reason, whenever I fail at cooking something, I don't get dismotivated at all. Instead, it just feeds my desire to try even harder next time. It's like I'm completely convinced that, despite nearly setting the kitchen on fire on all of my other attempts, next time is going to be my big chance at proving to myself and to the world that I am the best cook ever. I will never give up.


I knew the magical day had arrived when I saw a picture of this on the internet:


It was a freaking rainbow cake. I had to make it. And I did. I had food coloring all over my hands and looked like a kid that had been playing with sharpies, but I did it. My chocolate covered rainbow vanilla cake was a success. It was a magically awesome colorful cake that didn't even stick to the bottom! Even my parents said they liked it and I could tell they weren't just lying to be nice this time.

I was so proud. I had to share my wonderful creation with the world.

When my neighbor came over, I knew that was my chance.







I ran downstairs and fetched him a slice of my cake, fully equipped with a fork, a napkin and a glass of Pepsi. Before I walked in, I hid behind a wall so he wouldn't see it before it was time. From behind the wall, I announced, "You don't have to eat it. Just look at it."

And then I walked in.


He was like "OMG IT'S COLORFUL" and I was like "I KNOW RIGHT" and needless to say he ate it all and loved it.

I am most definitely the future grand chef of the world.

Beatles Tribute

Cats

Prepare for a very random selection of cat related drawings. I think there might be logic behind most of them.




This first sequence I did a while back. I planned on making it more elaborate but it just sat there for months so finally I was like, "screw it, I'll post it now" so here it is. A short list of things cats hate.

1. Cats do not like hugs. They might come to you when they're in a happy mood, but they do not consider you their friends. They consider you their feeding person and anti-stress soft pillow, but not their friends.

2. This is something my dad constantly does. Breathing in a cat's face soon after a meal. For some reason, he thinks the cat will enjoy the smell of his food. The point is, before or after eating, a cat will never enjoy having your breath all over its face. But after eating is worse.

3. When a cat is like this:

Or especially like this:


Do not EVER, under any circumstances, sneak up on them. Even though it is tempting.
They will hate you forever and most likely plot an evil revenge by killing you in your sleep.




The next sequence came up while talking to my friend. She mentioned a cat in heat outside her window that sounded like a badly tuned violin. Cats in heat are a PAIN. When my cat went into heat for the first time, I was lucky enough to be at a friend's house for the weekend. My parents were left in charge of the animals. After the first day, I got a call from my dad. "LAUREN. WE NEED TO SPAY THIS CAT. NOW. SHE'S CREEPING ME OUT. EWWW CHERRY THAT'S DISGUSTING STOP THAT!!! Lauren, seriously, call the vet and book her surgery."

Although I never had to witness my cat in heat, I had to deal with my friend's cat for years. I used to have lunch at her house every week and, I swear, it seemed like that cat was constantly in heat. Or maybe she just liked acting that way and got used to it. Either way, that cat was disturbing. I'd get to my friend's place and was forced to face this scene:


One day, the cat suddenly realized my backpack, innocently left lying on the floor, was the love of her life she had been for so long searching for. It was love at first sight. Undeniable. Unconditional. And most likely unrequited. But she didn't care. She confidently went after my backpack.


For everyone's sake, let's leave that sequence at that.




This last sequence also came up in a conversation with my friend. I'm not really sure how to explain this one. But somehow we came up with the idea of a killer cat/kid hybrid. I call him killer kidkat.







Just to make it clear, I have nothing against cats. Quite on the contrary, I absolutely love them. I grew up with cats and my house feels empty without one. I relate to them and really. They're just full of awesome.

Musical Intervention

You know, sometimes it's a good thing my mom controls the bills and tells us what we can and can't afford. Because if it were up to my dad and me, we would quickly become obsessed and compulsive about buying new musical instruments and we would probably end up on Intervention or something.




Just thought I'd share.