It's All for the Funsies.

I’d been feeling down for a few days… I couldn’t find that vital song to get the school social scene in order. In fact, I was single, in terms of music. I needed a song crush and I think I found it- Hyper Crush’s oh-so-catchy ‘Flip the Switch’ is like Eurodance done Americana with a splash of the 80’s. Flip the switch guys… and turn up the volume on this song. More please. 

So last night, we all had egg curry and we were out of eggs. So my mom sent my dad to get eggs this morning and since K and I wanted to bake something, we tagged along because we also wanted eggs and we needed cookie mix. Then, we fished out my cookie cutters from 1998 and some flower and a mixer and got to work. We also microwaved a stick of butter in a bowl to soften it and then licked our fingers after manhandling the thing. Then, we went nuts with red gel and chocolate chips. (most non racist cookies ever. dark, white and SWIRL. that’s diversity right there, guys.) K’s fam had to leave for the airport by 2:15 so while my mom tried to make lunch we annoyed her by not being able to entirely control the mixer and taking up a lot of space. Also, the whales were somewhat hard to make as the tail kept falling off and people kept referring to my beloved cat cookies as owls. Anyway, we made cookies, lunch was made, they got to the airport and the end. 

(K’s sister slept in late and got to said cookies right as she woke up. We toiled. She slept. Whatever. The early bird does not get the worm. The early bird works their ass off to find a worm. The late bird wakes up and then strolls over and lazily greets the early bird who is staring at the worm. Then it goes “Hey! A worm! Sooo cooooool guys,” and eats it right in front of the early bird.) 

I gave some to my adopted grandparents who live next door, saved some for my bestie (K wanted to give her a present anyway because she’s that cool) and there were cookies for all seven of us as well. Job well done. 

I’d love to be the good girl, the one who says the right things and never violates any principles. But, I mean, listen to this song. Yeah- 90’s dance pop (especially 90’s dance pop by Dannii Minogue) shouldn’t be the source of material that one should spiritually seek solace in. However, I feel like people like to think I’m six when I’m really sixteen. Infatuation, primal desire, self control… we beat ourselves up over the little things so we don’t have to confront the big ones. No one’s a good kid past a point. 

One day, I gotta copy the chica’s style. Especially in the first photo. Just the beauty mark and the eyeliner and the va-va-voom bedhead with my preppy, partly masculine clothes. Carry on, girlies!

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