Fail-cake

So, as you may be aware of right now, I am a cupcake fiend. I love making cupcakes. In fact my friend Danielle Walker and I invented the word “cupcaking” for cupcake+making, but apparently that’s already a word meaning canoodling unnecessarily in a public place. So that was a bit of a fail. Also what was a bit of a fail was my latest batch of cupcakes.

My friend Amy-Louise White came over for dinner and we watched this Harry Potter fan musical thing called “A Very Potter Musical” which was absolutely HILARIOUS in the extreme. It was like, all seven book squashed into about 3 hours of stage and it was actually really well written; all the music was really catchy and had great lyrics. After that we decided to skip through Avondale College’s production of High School Musical, which I was in and Amy was a backstage person in. The second night of the show was filmed and made available for us to buy on dvd, so of course with my obsession with posterity, I bought one. Hadn’t watched it yet though. It was a bit cringe-worthy in bits but there were some brilliant one-liners that we’d forgotten about… “Tiramisu. WHY DID I SAY TIRAMISU?!” Ahahaha, good old David K…

I cooked steak for dinner and I DIDN’T BURN IT YAY! It was really tasty, and I was so proud of myself. But then the trouble started. Amy and I decided to do some baking after dinner and I had had a craving for cupcakes for a few weeks… the last batch I made was for easter, they were chocolate with white chocolate crosses and little chocolate bunnies on top, and hence had been consumed quite quickly. I don’t know what it is about baking, but it puts me in this state of mind… I just feel so content and happy, and chilled out. Baking with another person was not so satisfying, but it was fun anyway… except I was only making a half-recipie, and Amy accidently told me to put two cups of milk in. So… after they had spent almost twice the usual cooking time in the oven, those little cupcakes looked like this:



They were all gloopy and half-cooked inside, and all crispy and toffee-ish on the top. Failcake! By this time Amy had gone home, so it took me and my little brain quite a while to figure out what had gone wrong. When I did, I added more flour to the mixture, and the next batch came out looking a bit better:




Slightly less failcake. This morning I ate one and although they taste a little blander than they should, at least they’re the right texture inside now. So today I put some sprinkles on them and they came out looking alright:



So, lessons learned today:
1. Always check everything twice (I’ve been learning this lesson for years),
2. Don’t bake anything complicated with another person,
3. Don’t try a new recipe at night when fixing it may cut into your extremely essential sleeping time.

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Wow, Jared just had to call me into the lounge because a tui flew into the house, hit the wall and then flew out. Unfortunately, he also pooped all over the floor. And doubly unfortunately, Jared had a new guitar student at the time... so it was up to me to sort it out XD I was like "Hi, nice to meet you, welcome to our house... I'm just gonna clean this up now."

Chapter Eight: Down

"Tidal waves
They rip right through me
Tears from eyes mourn
Cold and sad
Pick me up now
I need you so bad."


I haven't posted in so long, it's getting ridiculous. I realised this the other night and mentioned it to Jared, and he said "it's because you're happy."
And then I realised that was actually true. Basically I've just been using this blog to post about being unhappy or confused or things like that. And looking back, this is true of my other blogs as well as my past personal diaries. Why do I only write about being upset? If this was a real account of my day to day life, a lot of it would be all about how happy and content I am.

I guess at least part of the reason I don't blog about being happy is, well, it's boring. It's connected to the other reason I post sometimes... when I've had an epiphany or a breakthrough of some kind, and I want to share it and sound wise and impressive and like a really good writer. People don't really enjoy reading about happy people. It makes them depressed that they aren't as happy or don't have the things that the happy person does, and most of the time that depression shows as boredom. I want people to read my blog, to identify with it, but you have to admit that it's easier to identify with unhappy things than happy things. Why is this? Surely we aren't all sad all the time.

But when you look at musicians and artists and film writers and other creative people, the same theme shows through. I certainly know that it's infinitely easier to write a song when you're feeling down. When I'm happy for ages my creativity dries up. Why? It's not like we only turn to music when we're unhappy. But it's so much harder to write about feeling good than it is about feeling bad. Happiness and the reasons behind happiness are so indescribable sometimes. Happiness is fleeting, whereas depression settles in for the long haul.

I'd really like someone to do a study on the human brain to find out why this is so. And how do we fix it?

Anyway. Deanna has inspired me. From now on I'm going to blog more, and I'm going to use it like my diary, like I was supposed to. I don't want to look back and think that I was unhappy during what is actually the greatest time of my life.

P.S. Hahaha. Jared went to the dawn celebration this morning, he had to get up at 4am and now he's lying on the couch and I can hear him snoring XD