Having one of those OCD days

Where I can't stop trying to flatten my left hand. Why does it look so round today? I just want to mash it.

I'm in Bakeland this week, which I love. I just wish this stupid girl would let me measure the flour in peace and stop treating me like a retard. I can figure it out on my own, stop talking to me like I can't. I hate you. We made brownies, a lot of brownies. We ran out of eggs and weren't allowed to stop making them. I washed my hands more times than I  ever have in your life, becuase I had to get every speck of brownie out of my nails so as to not get it on my new white sweatshirt. Which is unbelievably warm, btw. It's flannel and the hood is pretend fur with a lion mane around it and I feel adorable, even if I look a bit silly. I love it.

I had YAP after school, I got a teeny bit of driving time in. Not enough, but it's ok. And we watched a movie and I had a little narcoleptic moment and slumped over. I was enjoying the movie, I was. Ate some pumpkin cake, it was wonderful.

Ate tacos for dinner, and Steve came over. We had a long, ridiculous political debate. It's great to actually debate someone whom is on the other side of the forest, even if he's a bit misguided, in my opinion. Once we'de established that it was not a violent debate and were able to stop SCREAMING at each other, it was almost productive.

Tomarrow we're makin babies in Biology. Which will be interesting because we're six kids and four are girls and one of the boys is out with the flu. And then I have gymnastics. Which I'm pumped for.

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