Baking German chocolate cake counts as studying for Deutschklasse, ja?

Today I was all, "hey things are going great! I didn't sleep much, but I got a lot of things done and I'm not too stressed about stuff."
And then the world said... "let's not have that be allowed." And then it went "ppbbbblllblblpbpblbpblb" all over my day. (that's how I spell blowing a raspberry, don't judge)

But then things were ok, and I'm trying to do well and be the best I can be and all that nonsense, and then I got distracted because I wanted to make a cake. But not just any cake. A German chocolate cake. Whhhhaaaaaa?! I know, right. Best cake ever. Remember that one time I made pie? And it was delicious? And I was like, man I can make desserts like nobody's business. Maybe you don't remember that, but I do, because it was a proud moment in my life.

So here's what I did:


Kazaam! Even Shaq loves my cake! And no, I didn't put any kind of color filters on that pictures, my apartment is just kind of yellow-tinted. And no, it isn't a put together cake yet, but I guarantee you, when it's put together, it will melt your face with deliciousness. And it's not the prettiest looking anyway. It's a little lopsided. But still.

Even though it looks kind of like this:


See. Not so impressive.





It's gonna taste like this!

Do you see what I was going for there? It's gonna be an explosion of flavor.

I'm pretty excited about it.
And also, because I just put my pictures from my camera onto my computer, you get this.



I call it, "Baby Joel has trouble eating a potato." It's not really his best picture, but it makes me laugh a lot for some reason.

Also, this:
Oh, man! I was going to give you a pretty lame video of Kyle playing with the motorcycle I got him for his birthday! Darn. Well you are missing out.
I think... it's time for cake.

EXPLOSION OF FLAVOR.

It's like ten thousand spoons. No. It's not.

While walking home from the first day of class, I was listening to "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette, and it really made me think. It made me think that I'm glad I never paid too much attention to that song because clearly Alanis Morissette doesn't have a vast knowledge of the definition of irony.

Other tidbits I learned on the first day of class:

When you tell people you're heading to your LDS Marriage and Family class, they look at you funny.

Having friends in your classes (and also cute boys) can turn a dull situation into an awesome one.

Sometimes it's really difficult to outrun BYU parking police.

BYU Chocolate Milk. Am I right?

I'm pretty excited about this semester.