Truffle Cake

    Ah! Musical auditions on the morrow. Am I nervous? No (yes)! Whatever, if I get the part then I will but if I don't I won't. It's not like my not getting the part will cause the Apocalypse to ensue. Let's hope at least. if you're curious, our school is putting on Guys and Dolls Jr. and I am trying out for the part of Adelaide. Fun name, right? But you're not here to hear about my petty endeavors. You're here to hear the random thoughts that pop into my head as I write this. At least I hope you are...

    Presently I am eating a piece of this truffle cake stuff that my mother made for Thanksgiving. Oh, Thanksgiving! You are still present in my life and stomach. It really is amazing stuff this truffle cake. Expecially since it's smothered in whipped cream. And not the canned whip cream stuff, the actually whiped stuff that I could eat a whole container of plain. Anyways, I believe the moral of this story is that truffle cake is really good when covered in whipped cream.

   Tomorrow has rain and snow in the forecast! I can't tell you how very excited I am. Although the snow will not stay even if it comes due to the warmth of the ground I can't hlep but dream. I at least get to see it since my locker has such a nice view of the big field thingy outside. I knew that having my locker at the end of the hall was a good thing.

    Wow, now that truffle cake dried out my mouth. Time to get a glass of water! Adios, adieu, goodbye, and oodbyegnay!