I finally remembered

why i actually wrote that last post. I was going to tell the story of how I went to go see Sherlock Holmes, and then delve into another related story, but I went to lunch while I was writing it and I forgot to add that.
See, I went to see Sherlock Holmes, and then like, the next day my mom was talking about how some high school choir came to her work and she and her friend were "picking out a boy for me."
It seems to be my family's favorite past time to pick out boys for me to date. it is an incredibly irritating, especially because I think it would literally kill them to actually pick someone attractive.
Anyway, my mom said they had a boy picked out who had blonde hair (and was in choir...) and my mom told her friend that I actually like guys with darker hair, like Robert Downey Jr.
Which is awkward.
Mostly because telling your coworker that your 17 year old daughter likes guys who are old enough to be their father is..... weird. Sure, he's attractive, but I just feel like there could have been a better person to use as an example.
(Here I was going to put in a picture of Chris Evans, but all the really good pictures I could find he was blonde, which is also awkward).

I got my teeth whitened today and I think I might die. My teeth hurt SO bad. It feels like I am biting into a freezing cold ice cream cone continuously.  AHHHHH it hurts so badddddd :(
This is totally a first world problem and entirely my own doing, but the people at the dentist's office did not say it was going to hurt this bad. kill me.

Cheers(?),
Cayla

It's December

Hey blog. It's been a while. Everyone has probably stopped checking this because we have never gotten around to writing it. Well, I guess I'll update you on my life.
I have finished my second to last semester of high school and I'm super excited. Today I looked up study abroad programs at ASU and they have a lot for my major in England. I can't do any of them until my sophomore year, but I should probably start saving like right now. I got 2 B's this semester. I feel like a failure. But it's totally my fault because I give absolutely zero effort in my math class, mostly because I spend the entire period reading for my Lit class and drawing cartoons of my math teacher.




 We had an appraiser come to our house today, so my mom forced me to clean up the office and my room. They were both disasters which, if left for a little longer, would probably have turned into hazardous waste dumps. It took me like 2 hours to move around all the crap in my room, but that was because I spent a good deal of time looking through all the boxes I have in my room and rearranging stuff. I finally got pictures in the frames I bought like 5 years ago, so I'm going to hang them up on a blank spot. This is truly riveting. I know you are so interested in the status of my room.

On a slightly more exciting note (at least for me), on Saturday I managed to drag Madelyn and my cousin to go see the second Sherlock Holmes movie with me. It was amazing, I am so in love with those movies. It was just perfect. Go see it. I recommend movies all the time on this blog. But, all the ones I have told you about are seriously amazing and you should see all of them.

As you can see I am really into franchise action movies, so I am obviously thrilled for The Dark Knight Rises and The Avengers. 2012 is going to be an incredibly epic year. Especially because I graduate and the world ends. But we also plan on having an End of the World party too, you guys are all invited.

I'm pretty sure that is all the notable things I have done recently. Honestly, I have mostly watched Criminal Minds and Food Network and wasted my life on Tumblr. I have found some really awesome decorating ideas though.

Anyways, I let you know if I get anything awesome for Christmas! Happy Holidays!

Cheers,

Cayla

Yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself

Lauren always gets on me for not updating the blog blog, but I checked and there are 4 posts from me on the front page and only 2 from Lauren. Lies Lies Lies.
Today this kid in my math class asked my teacher what the difference between AM and PM was. Like he literally had no clue. He had spent his entire life wondering if something was in the morning or the afternoon. And then, when my teacher tried to explain it to him, he could not comprehend,. Which I'm not surprised, because my teacher could not explain something if his life depended on it. But, seriously? This kid is a senior in high school. Ah, humanity!
On the note of "I'd prefer not to" I have so much math homework tonight, plus a paper. In the words of Keanu Reeves. I know, I probably shouldn't be wasting time on the internet, but honestly, I really don't want to do this. Especially because the paper is on King Lear. This makes me so sad. I might take a nap.
Or I might just waste more time on the internet.

Cheers,
Cayla


P.S. I just found a bookmark in my King Lear book explaining Tufted Puffins (Lunda cirrhata)....

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Cheers,
Cayla
 
 
 

#2 - Be A Model

that's right, I finally did it! I am officially a model. I was scouted in Los Angeles at the Taylor Swift concert that I didn't want to go to. I guess everything does happen for a reason, right? That agency sent me to an agency in Arizona, cleverly called "The Agency Arizona", and I walked in my first fashion show last weekend for Phoenix Fashion Week. It was amazingly fun, and while I definitely don't have anything close to a perfect cat walk, I'm working really hard on it!

there's me in a very pretty wedding dress! it was really fun getting my hair & make up done, although the second night I was there the styles were a little extreme. that picture is from the first night, second night pictures will not be shown.

here's to  life changing in the blink of an eye, and finally for the better!

cheers,

lauren

magic number

Tonight I'm sleeping in my bed for one of the first times since May. I might have crashed in here once or twice between Boston and Los Angeles this summer, but for the most part I sleep on the couch at home because my room is so hot. My time at home has been limited since May of course because of Boston, and college.

My laptop battery is slowly dying because I forgot to lug the charger home with me. The reason I'm back at home on a Monday night is because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Head cold? Stomach flu? No, I broke my wrist tumbling down the stairs at my dorm while running to get frozen yogurt. True story.

I had a whole thing planned for what I wanted to say, but typing in a dysfunctional arm splint (thanks ASU Health Center) isn't working out as well as planned. Maybe I'll skip the deep stuff and just say that my roommate brought home flowers a few days ago in a really pretty vase. I decided the vase was the perfect home for a fish, and planned on buying one as soon as the flowers died. Well, today I took out the flowers & realized that the bowl is way too small for a fish, so I hung the flowers upside down to dry & filled the bowl with candy.

That has nothing to do with what I'm actually trying to say. What I want to say is that I've learned (the hard way, as usual) that age truly is just a number. You may be surprised at what someone older, or younger, is capable of. For instance, maturity is impossible to gauge due to age. A 27 year old "man" might be just as -or more- immature than an 18 year old boy. and that 18 year old college boy might have a lot more going for him than the 27 year old without a house, car, or a real job. That's just a theory though.

Overall, I have some really great friends and a really cute tiny puppy that likes to snuggle, so I don't need either of those hypothetical immature boys. And I'm going to have to say that as long as the doctor takes off this stupid splint and replaces it with a real cast tomorrow, my life is pretty much perfect.

cheers,

lauren

different names for the same thing

So basically I've fallen off the map for the past month. I've been swimming in sorority stuff- last weekend was our first weekend since August 13 that we didn't have recruitment practice/recruitment itself. Basically my brain has melted into a slush of peppy songs and firm handshakes. Fortunately, it was well worth it because our new member class is smokinnn.

As most people already know, Cayla and I are very similar. We say we're going to do things differently, but end up being exactly the same. Case in point: college. I swore I was going out of state and getting as far away from Arizona as possible. Obviously I didn't do that, and ended up at ASU. Is this the best place ever? No, it's 300 degrees everyday and a lot of the staff/faculty have no idea what they're doing, but it's not the worst place in the world. I swore I'd never join a sorority because I wasn't a "sorority girl". Obviously that didn't work out either.

So, as Cayla started her senior year of high school, she insisted that she wasn't even going to apply to in-state schools. She was going to Boston, Chicago, Hawaii. Well, as the year progresses, she's made the same realization that I did: we can't leave our mommy. So, ASU it is for little Cayla as well. And guess what, she can't wait to sign up for recruitment!

cheers,
lauren

Hipster Sighting

Today, while at school, I heard these hipster phrases:

"Oh my gosh, you've never heard of them!? That's like saying you've never heard of The Doors! Here, listen to Stairway to Heaven."

"You have Kings of Leon on your ipod? I have no respect for you anymore."

"I love Cake, this is like, my dad's theme song"

"Modest Mouse is my one true love!"

"Ben Gibbard didn't look like what I expected at all!"

Okay, I'm not going to lie, these all came from one girl in my math class over like a 5 minute period. She is a super hipster. Like slochy sweater, fedora, red lipstick hipster. Also, I'm not going to like that I had to sing the song Respect in my head to spell respect, also those 2 times too.

Fall is soon and today was the first day that I could wear jeans and not physically melt. So I did. I am breaking out all the Vampire Weekend and Death Cab for Cutie (hipster alert) for the cold weather. Also some Owl City, yayayayy!!!
AND We are going to Disneyland in 25ish days AND Baby Andrew's cd comes out in October, this year RULES!!! 

Cheers,
Cayla

20 Rules of High School

On Monday, I was incredibly not interested in my math class, so I created a list of Murphy's Law related rules of high school.

1. The kid with the most annoying voice will ask the most questions
2. The worst teachers teach the hardest subject
3. Whoever you don't like will always sit next to you
4. If you have a seat you like, the teacher is going to move you in the next 1-2 weeks
5. Teachers conspire to have all their tests on the same day
6. That kid who insists on coming to school sick will cough all over you and get you sick
7. If you take your sweater off for one second, that will be the one second you get dress coded
8. If you finally find a really cute shirt, you will most definitely see someone wearing it the next day
9. That one weird kid will be in ALL of your classes
10. Good classes always go the fastest, boring classes NEVER end
11. The class after lunch always has the strictest bathroom rules
12. There will always be at least 2 boys in you math class that everyone wants to kill at some point
13. If your teacher or teacher's wife is having a baby, your year will be filled with weird subs, mood swings and complaints
14. Classes should almost always be dropped if any type of student teacher is involved
15. Participation points will either give you a 125% or make you fail
16. The one night you don't read: pop quiz
17. Catching any type of illness will cause a change reaction of time-consuming group projects, making up a large percentage of your grade, in all of your classes
18. Calculator batteries only die on the days of tests
19. How fidgety a person is is directly correlated with the squeakiness of their desk
20. The day you decide to spend your class period making a list will probably be the day before a test

As you see I'm not particularly attentive in class. You know what else I can't deal with at my school? Those kids that take off their shoes in class and walk all around the classroom. I don't care if they're wearing flip-flops, they're going to get staph from stepping on a staple or something. It's even more gross when they're wearing tennis shoes, they are making the room smeel. Yuck.

On a lighter, but still school related note, this:

lolololololol

just kidding, I don't actually use lol

Cheers,
Cayla

P.S. I made a Country station on Pandora. They are all about being rough around the edges and drinking too much beer/tequila/whiskey with their friends on Friday nights, but they have a country cutie who loves them for them, but also may have a slight drinking problem. Maybe they should all get that checked out. Oh, and they can also fix your car, so there's that.

Oh. Un cadeau.

I'm in a weird mood. (hahah I just typed moos) Maybe its a combination of the fact that I actually don't have an avalanche of homework coming at me tonight, my hair looks really good today and I get to leave early from school on Friday to go to Cali. I'm ignoring all the annoying things that happened to me today and am staying in my fabulous mood, which will involve skipping all John Mayer that comes on my ipod. How does he make such depressing music if his life is so great?

Anyway, a funny thing happened today (well actually I think it was funny and about 85% of you will not think it is funny at all). We are reading The Iliad in my AP English Literature class right now. I didn't type that because I wanted to brag about being in AP (which I definitely shouldn't be because I'm pretty sure I am failing that class right now), but to tell you that my teacher also teaches a class called Humanities and they are also reading The Iliad. My class isn't actually reading The Iliad, we read it over the summer and now we are going back over and discussing it. That is very important considering I have already read the whole book and they are only on like Book 9 or something (there are 24). Anyway I was saying to my friends at lunch who are in Humanities that it would be cool to have two German Shepards and name them Hector and Paris. They are the two brothers from Troy and Hector is the best Trojan warrior and Paris is a little wimp. Don't believe me? This Paris in the movie Troy:

Yeah, Orlando Bloom. As in the least tough person in the world. Although pleasing to look at, he is also this

That's right, an elf. And I'm pretty sure that's a skirt. Not that I can really say anything, because I used to have this poster in my room.

If you move around, it looks like the arrow is following you. SO, Paris is well portrayed in Troy. But everyone else is terrible. I mean, they cast fricken Brad Pitt as ACHILLES! If you have not gone through The Iliad as deeply as my class has, you would know that Brad Pitt is a terrible choice for Achilles and Troy is possibly the worst movie ever created, right after the first Twilight and The Proposal.

ANYWAY, my friends were saying that it would be stupid to name a dog Paris because he is a wimp, and you should name it Achilles. But I said that it would be dumb to name the two dogs Hector and Achilles because they are mortal enemies and Achilles would have to be a light colored dog, which is not a German Shepard. Then I started thinking about what kid of dog would be light enough and vicious enough to be named Achilles, but none of them could think of any good ideas. One of them said a Great Dane, which is like the nicest dog in the world. Then one of them suggested whippets, which is the least threatening looking dog (although they can be quite vicious) and I thought of greyhound. Of course I couldn't name the greyhound Achilles (too slim) but I could name it Patroclus! It was perfect, and then, I said:

"But, it's so sad when Patroclus dies!"

And my friends were like "WHAT!" because they haven't gotten to that part of the book yet. And I was like "oh, well, spoiler alert!" I had already known going into to the book because because when Lauren read it she told me absolutely everything that happened in excruciating detail because we were in the Middle of Nowhere, WV and our cousins were always off rock climbing and I had no interest whatsoever in reading "Till We Have Faces" by C.S. Lewis, which was my summer reading and was about Cupid and Psyche.



(this is cupid and psyche)

So, I didn't really think that there were other people who didn't know the story of The Fall of Troy (I mean come on, where have you been for that past 3000 years?) Plus, one of my friends didn't read The Odyssey freshman year, so that was another reason she had no idea what was going on. But, since I'd already ruined that part for them, I decided to just go ahead and tell them the whole ending, including how Paris kills Achilles with a arrow guided by Apollo. SPOILER ALERT!! Just kidding, that part isn't even in The Iliad.

I'll let you know when I find a suitable dog for Achilles.

Cheers,
Cayla

this is not my math homework?

So after our last 3 posts of Lauren bragging about the beach and me bragging about Europe and Morgan Freeman, you probably all hate us. But, you should know that right now, Lauren is going through sorority recruitment aka voluntary torture (I'm going to get into trouble for saying that, right?) and I my planner is full of angry homeowrk assignments that are all unfinished. Not only that, but my uncle is moving to California, so, while the movers pack, they are essentially living at our house until Friday. That's him, his two children and his three large dogs. Anddddd I just saw him leave. Which means I am alone because Madelyn is (surprise) asleep. Typical. So there's that.

I'm not really sure where I was going to go with this post after that whole thing, so I'm just going to post a funny picture.

You like? Good, I've got tons of them.
Not ticklish owls, funny pictures.
Geez

I'll post more later.

Cheers,

Cayla

p.s. last year I didn't do math homework except like once (it's not like it wasn't assigned, I just didn't do it) and now I have to because I'm pretty sure I literally just failed our last quiz, and it is so weird and really boring. I thought you'd like to know.

beachy

Over the past three weekends, I've been to three separate beaches: one in the North, one in the South, and one in the West Coast Best Coast. After all this beach time, you'd think I'd be pretty tan, but the truth is I was slathered in spf 785093 with the exception of California, which has now left me an appealing shade of ruby red. All of the beaches were super nice & pretty, and all they all had something that made them different from the others.

In the North, I went to Wingaersheek beach, which is in Gloucester, Mass. It was your classic New England beach- white sand, lighthouse, ice cream stand, guidos as far as the eye could see. The weather was perfect & it was super relaxing,  although we had to continuously move our towels because of the ever-raising tide. The water, unfortunately, was ICE. I didn't know water could exist in liquid form at that cold of a temperature, it was definitely like 13 degrees. On the bright side, my cousin and I got spongebob ice cream.

The South beach was, of course, South Carolina. Krystie Lee's beach house was right on the water, you could hear the ocean with the windows open. After watching a healthy dose of Shark Week, we walked the .25 minutes to the beach. Her little sister was freaked out that we were going to get attacked by a great white, but fortunately we escaped unscathed. Although, it would be a pretty cool story to tell when people asked about the huge shark-mouth-shaped scar on your leg or something. But then again, most people attacked by great whites usually come out of the attack missing a limb, or being dead. Anyways, on the not so morbid side, the water was super warm & clear, I found pretty shells, and in the morning from our balcony we could see dolphins swimming after the fishing boats.

West coast = Santa Monica. Always worth the drive there, even if it's an hour on a crowded bus when you're stuck next to the chubbiest little girl in the entire world that is taking up half of your seat. It was a Friday in the summer, a time I'd never been to the pier before, and it was so packed. The boardwalk was extremely crowded, and even though the water was freezing, the ocean was swimming with people (get it?). After spending a few hours in the sand, Jaclyn & I decided to go walk around the pier & promenade a little bit. I was walking through the sand to the boardwalk when I felt a little pinch on my toe. Too distracted by people swimming in the water while holding bicycle wheels above their heads (?) I figured I just stepped on a thorn or something and it would go away. But then it was a bigger pinch, and then it hurt, then it hurt really bad. I threw myself down on the sand to get this annoying and increasingly painful thorn out of my toe, only to realize it was not a thorn, but a BEE. I want to say the last time I'd been stung by a bee was at least 14 year ago. Needless to say, it hurt a lot more than I remembered. I freaked out about it for about three minutes, then it didn't hurt so bad and I moved on. But seriously, who steps on a bee? Also, that was just yesterday, and it definitely is still sore. Die bees!

So, after visiting three totally different beaches in such a short amount of time, it's hard not to pick which one I liked the best. And while they're all great, it's obvious that the only true winner is California. Even though the sun left me with more of a lobster color than bronzey glow, and I was attacked by a  savage bee, nothing beats California. I've gone to the beach there when it was freezing, windy, and raining. Always worth it. Why? I have no idea, the West Coast is just the best, hence Best Coast.

My clock says 11:11, which means I get to wish for permanent extinction of all bees. I'll miss honey, but it'll be worth it.

cheers,

lauren

through the worm hole

Before I left for Boston I recorded a show called "Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman". Now, if you were in my english class last year, you would know that I have broken like 5 different grammar rules with that sentence, but we're just going to ignore that and move on. Anyway, I just finally got around to- Shoot I just remember that I haven't written anything about going to Boston, eh oh well- watching it right now. Now, when I first recorded it, I actually thought it looked really cool, but I may have also recorded it because it was narrated by Morgan Freeman. I think his narration voice might be why he gets like 80% of his work in the first place. First, Madelyn and I (Cayla) watched this episode about whether or not this is a 6th sense. At the beginning we just discussed what a tragic loss it would be if Morgan Freeman died and how it would probably be bigger than Michael Jackson. But, it was actually really interesting! I don't know a thing about molecular physics or "quantum mechanics" which doesn't even sound like a real thing, but the stuff they were explaining sounded like it could really be true! They managed to bring all this high level theoretical thinking down to regular Cayla level, which is quite a feat within itself. Also, they talk about Einstein a lot, which reminds me how Tony Stark's dad is in Captain America. Whoops, hopefully you've seen it already. If not, it may or may not be a life or death situation that you see it. Okay, so it wasn't that good, but The Avengers isn't going to reach its intended awesomeness (psst it probably will anyway) if you don't see it. Also, Chris Evans is SMOKIN' hot (isn't that a reason within itself?). GO SEE IT.

Oh wait, back to the show. Later we watched another episode about Time. It was questioning if time existed or not. They posed lots of different theories that could explain if humans made up time and if not, how humans started to use time. I'm not going to go into super detail about all of, but there was theory that I liked a lot. This scientist said, that time didn't exist, but life itself was just a series of snapshots played out like a movie at whatever frames per second. That every moment in time never ceased to exist, even before or after we had already experienced it. So say, me watching that show, changing the channel to South Park after it's over, then laughing at Kenny being attacked by velociraptors at a snowed in hospital happened as single snapshots and are still happening within their own little snapshot. They don't go away after I have passed them. The reason I liked it was because all the good things that have happened to me in my life are still happening. I can look back and say, "I'm still being surprised when I got a scooter for Christmas," "I'm still riding The Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland for the first time" or "I'm still laughing hysterically with my friends at a restaurant in Berlin." All of these things are happening in their own little bit of "time." That's totally sweet, right? All the other scientists were like NO WAY and wouldn't let him join in on all their theoretical physics games. But, Morgan told me that they were all fighting about their own theories because they all want to be right. I thought maybe I would go to some super intense college and join in on the debate, but then I got a really bad headache and it hurt to move my head too fast, so I decided against it. But, in all, it's kind of a good though to think that all the happy moments in your life are still going on somewhere, and you are locked in that moment of being happy forever, even if you can't go back to it.

By the way, is velociraptors spelled right up there? I typed it into google and it came up, but the spell check on this thing keeps telling me it's wrong.

Cheers,
Cayla

#59

I have been putting this off. Part of the reason is I have been kind of exhausted for the past couple of days (especially after not sleeping for 25 hours), partly because I have been waiting for my friend to post one specific picture that she has yet to, but mostly because it is going to take a longgg time. But, I'm doing it now, I probably won't finish anytime soon, but it's worth a start.
So Lauren has spoiled my awesome surprise, but if you don't know DON'T SCROLL DOWN and read her last blog, just scroll down to our list and look at what 59 is.

I'll wait....


NUMBER 59: TRAVEL ACROSS EUROPE!!!!

WOOOO, I'm awesome. Okay, so obviously you could see it right away, but I thought I throw in that little bit of humor to brighten your day.
Originally I was going to write out a whole long thing about how I found out about the Europe trip etcc, but honestly, you don't care. And if you do, contact me and I will be sure to send you a nice long winded story about how it came to be. Of course it will most likely be as procrastinated as this blog post, so you might want to get on that.
Anyway, I have explained the pictures a billion times, so I will just post some and tell you where we are and maybe a funny story, because I don't feel the need to make this blog post forever long. ( I changed my mind, don't feel like typing anymore, make up your own stories, I'm sure they will be more interesting)
Here is a cool thing that I made showing you were I went, you can click on it to make it bigger.

Isn't it awesome? Go back and look at it a little while longer. I can just feel the envy radiating off of you right now. Switzerland was great, thanks for asking.

Anywho, I'll get to the actual pictures now.

London!

Paris!

Switzerland!

Liechenstein!

Austria!

Prague!

Berlin!

So there is it! The best trip of my life. Well, so far, I plan on traveling a whole lot more now! I went to Montreal with Lauren when I went to Boston, but that is another post! The best thing about this whole trip is that I met the best people ever and got to know them on a level that you can only get when traveling with someone in close quarters for a whole week!

Why must all good things come to an end?
Cheers,
Cayla

First Pilsen and now this?

p.s. sorry it took me forever to post this, I am so lazy

would you like bone char with that?

As I mentioned in the last post, ever since middle school I've been obsessed with becoming a vegetarian. I say "becoming" and not "being" because I've never managed to actually go all the way into complete herbivoria. ( yes, I did just make up that word.) I tried giving up meat for Lent and eating only from the vegetarian bar in the dining halls, but I'd still always somehow make my way back over to the barbecue chicken pizza. My aunt and uncle eat mainly vegetarian, so I've been eating a lot of seafood and vegetables. You'd think I'd be relishing in this opportunity to live a completely meat-free life. But, also like I said before, the truth is, if I could have anything in the world right now it'd be a double double cheeseburger from In n Out Burger, animal style, large fry on the side with tons of ketchup and a root beer. AH I have to stop talking about it. I make a very bad vegetarian.


One of my aunt's really good friends is a vegan (no cheese?!), and gave her a vegan cookbook. My uncle and cousin have been very wary about trying the recipes, but my aunt and I were curious about them. Today, with my cousin in France and my uncle in Arizona, we decided try out a few recipes. The first to tackle was (of course) a cake. We decided on a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. While assembling all the ingredients, I noticed that the sugar was labeled "vegan sugar". My aunt and I were a little perplexed about this, because, as far as we knew, sugar in general didn't contain any animal bi-products. While the cakes were baking, I googled the difference between vegan sugar & just regular sugar. Turns out, there is a difference. This is what one website says:

"...the organic sugar may – or may not – have been passed through  a bone ash filter. The method of whitening and purifying sugar by passing it through a bone ash filter was patented back in 1812 by one Louis Constant and has been common (though perhaps less so lately – or not) ever since. Bone ash filters utilize bone char, aka bone black or animal charcoal, produced by heating cattle bones at high temperatures in an airless environment to burn off volatile chemicals. Bone char, in return, has a high capacity for absorbing  lead, mercury, arsenic and other nasties."

Isn't that totally revolting and gross? The good news is it won't affect how I feel about eating sugar in the least, because sugar is too good to give up in total, and I can't afford to buy only vegan sugar. As of right now, I'm waiting for the vegan frosting to soften up because I put it in the fridge while the cakes were cooling. I'll post a picture of the cake when it's finished, so far it's not super pretty but it tastes delicious! Surprising, right? The main difference in the flavor probably comes from the fact that the sugar in it wasn't processed through heated ground cattle bones. Yum!

Alright, here's one of the cakes before it was frosted:

mmm, super appetizing. Fortunately, here's what the finished product looks like:

Yay! This cake took me almost an hour to frost. I hate this cake. Luckily, that won't stop me from still eating it.

cheers, 

Lauren