Cake!!!

I'm such a good daughter. I made my daddy his favorite cake. And it got kinda messed up, but there's nothing a little frosting can't cover up. I mean, sure, the whole top of the cake came off as I was flipping it from one pan to another, but who cares? Nobody except me knew. After I dabbed and spread frosting for about an hour, who noticed? And then I guess the cake split in half, but nobody noticed that either. So I think I did a good job. What about you?
My dad likes lemon cake with chocolate frosting, and I think it's okay, but I like chocolate cake with chocolate or vanilla frosting, I don't care which. I like making cakes too. I wish I could make one from scratch.
Yesterday I went to Carowinds again, and it wasn't so fun this time, because, oh, I don't know, there were lots of people and big long lines, unlike the last Sunday we went, where we could walk in and get on the rides. I don't know how people can stand waiting in horribly long lines just to get on a two minute ride that isn't even that fun. Crazy people. At least Daddy and I finally got to get on Borg. He loved it. And the line wasn't even that long. Well, until after we got on. Then the line got really long until about 3. That's about when we all started getting bored, and then we left.
What else do I write about? Truthfully, it's time for me to go, but I'm staying to do this just because I'm gonna get in trouble if the post is too short.
I'm going to high school next year. Yay! I hope I actually make decent friends there. Maybe some Muslim friends. And maybe I'll join the basketball team, although I don't want to go through the whole 'me wearing pants and them wearing shorts' thing. I'd much rather join the Muslim girls' basketball team. But I don't think I'm old enough.
Time to go. Tomorrow's post will probably be longer. Bye.

LOST

Was awesome! That's all I can say. It was sooooo awesome!!! There was a cliffhanger though. That's a problem. Claire left Aaron in the jungle and disappeared with an apparition of her dad somewhere. I hope she's not gone for good.
Moby is so mean. He stayed up after we prayed at 5:30 to do his schoolwork, and he didn't even tell me!!! So he's only got 2 hours of school left!!! And I've gotta work until 3!
This weekend is going to be hard. I wish somebody would invite me to their house. I'm tired of being cooped up in this house all day. With only my parents and siblings to talk too. That's really the only reason I want to go back to school. Because I'm tired of all this. Being stuck in the house, not getting to see any friends, not having any teachers teach me stuff. I liked going to school. It was fun. I like switching classes and taking notes and buying school supplies and having lockers. It's fun. Most people think I'm crazy for it, but I do. I'm one of those people who enjoys organizing stuff.
I only had one year of middle school. So I'm not really all experienced with switching classes and stuff. At least I'll have some friends. Or maybe everybody will hate me. I'm trying to decide whether I should go to school, have friends, and get a bad education, or stay home, have no friends, and get a good education.
Anybody got any suggestions on what to write about? I'm stuck. I hate writing this blog. There's nothing at all to write about in it. My life is boring; nobody wants to hear about that. I don't even think anybody, save my parents, actually reads this stupid blog. There's nothing interesting whatsoever about it.
Two minutes left. Luckily. And luckily it's Friday. So that I don't have to do this until next Monday. And then I only have to do it for four weeks more. Then I can disown this unsatisfying blog. And never come back to it. EVER.
Time to go. Bye. No, I'm not going to say bye enthusiastically. Just bye. Bye...