Cake attack

I've had the apartment to myself this weekend, something that I am very very thankful for. I love my boyfriend and my roommate, but I needed a break. A girl has needs, and sometimes they include not talking to anyone and living in the living room unquestioned for a weekend.

I think that a big part of it is my frustration with my roommates house keeping skills. Seriously, the house was f'in disgusting. I get really busy with school and don't have the time and energy to keep the place at the level of cleanliness and organization that I prefer in my living space on my own. I need help, and I do not generally get it. I definitely cleaned the shit out this place this week, and while it's not perfect yet, it is a lot LOT better.

One thing that I did was reorganize my room! Its very pretty and organized, and a place that I feel comfortable spending time in. Mission accomplished. I'll put up some pictures when I get a camera, how exciting is that. Lol.

One thing that I am not very proud of is the whole cake situation. I made a Strawberry Shortcake Cake on Friday evening as a whim. I got vanilla ice cream, and used a blackberry/strawberry sauce that I made on Thursday. I got to share it with Emo and Alex, which was really fun, and then we watched a NOVA documentary on dinosaurs with wings. Very fun.

However, I kind of gorged on the damn cake yesterday and today. I feel like it's totally out of my hands, and feel terribly guilty about it. Well, maybe not the pits though. I took a good bike ride today, so that's some rectification, and I didn't eat the whole thing, so you know. Also - most of it was eaten sans ice cream and sauce, so it was strawberries, cake and whipped cream, healthier then the alternative. Progress!