I am a cookie baking machine! I made 53 Chocolate Chunk Caramel Pecan cookies this afternoon. They are *so* good! It’s been very hard to stay away from them, though. I was thinking about eating one this evening and just the thought made my stomach churn. It may taste good, but it’ll have its revenge shortly after I swallow. And then I would be rather unhappy. So I only ate one. All I can say is those people at Bowling Night had better appreciate this. 🙂

I would have made more cookies, but I ran out of butter. I had to quit while my Mom wrapped up a few things then finally went out to the store. By that point I was fully aware of just how much my feet hurt and I didn’t feel like baking anymore. I’ve produced around 80 cookies in two days, that’s enough for right now. Tomorrow afternoon I’m planning on finishing up with dark chocolate shortbread and strawberry tarts. Mmmmm. Even more lovely stuff I can’t eat.

Oh well. It’s better for me not to eat them anyway. That way all these push-ups I’ve been doing might actually do something, rather than just burning off additional calories injested under the excuse of “I’ll work it off later.”

Tomorrow is going to be insanely busy. I’m in about three different choirs this season. One’s performing in church tomorrow, and the others are practicing in the afternoon. Also, as I mentioned, I’ll be graduating from the youth program. Speaking of that, I had a rather entertaining idea last night. On Tuesday, there’s a little youth program talent show. I wasn’t going to do anything since the last time I did something like that it didn’t work out too well, but now that it’ll be my last activity I’ve got to do something. Guess what I have planned. 🙂 I’m going to show up in a man’s suit and tie, a gray fedora hat on my head, and most emphatically I will sing my heart out to that old classic, “My Way.” I figure it’s the funniest and most stylish way possible to graduate from such a program while still saying what I feel like saying. Go listen to the lyrics, it should make sense. They can be taken so many ways in this instance. I think it’ll be hilarious.

Of course, I was planning to get a lifesize cardboard cut-out of Frank Sinatra and doing a little dance number with it as well during the bridges, but who knew it was so hard to find one of those things? So, instead, I shall have to be content with my lovely neighbor playing it on my piano and me solo at the mic. I don’t have long to practice it, but I think it should be okay. I already know the words.

I’m looking forward to it now. It seems like that will be a nice act of closure for this whole sordid mess of teenagerdom. I’ll have my say, I’ll do it with a smile, and no one will really know what I’ve said. Or rather, sung. 🙂