I Can't Cook. In Case You Were Wondering.

I fail. Day before yesterday, I tried to make a cake for Lisa. She said she liked it, but I didn't. Eliot said it was dry when I gave him a piece. Yesterday, Lily and I tried to make a chocolate chip cake. It said to bake for ten minutes. Forty minutes later, it was still a soup. -.- Then it burnt. We scraped that part off, and it tasted like crap. I threw it away.
Both days, I had to call Eliot for help. It was really embarrassing. Butanyways.
We got our chair placements in band day before yesterday. I'm seventh, and Lisa's sixth. I'm glad I was seventh, because it's the best seat I've gotten in school (at a camp, I was second of twenty-some flutes), and there are only two eighth graders ahead of me, but Lisa was really upset. She wanted second chair. I felt really bad for her, and I felt bad for being so selfish and being glad that I was sitting next to her, and even that I wasn't the only one who wasn't first chair.
But she's feeling better now, and she's already thinking of challenge music so she can move up to first row. She'll be second chair before you know it!
In other news, I've been feeling ill for two days, and haven't eaten much since yesterday morning. I didn't have much lunch (as usual) yesterday, and I felt too sick to eat dinner. This morning, I ate a small breakfast, and no lunch. I had one of those pizza pocket things when I got home today, and I feel worse for it. I promise I'm not anorexic. I just feel really sick.
Other than that, not much has happened. Except I accidentally complained to a friend over email, and now I feel really dumb.
But yeah. You really don't have to read this. If I had anything interesting to blog about, I would, but I obviously don't.
Oh, but, at this point, I don't know if I'm going to do anything for Halloween. I might be Beka, from Terrier, by Tamora Pierce. I dunno, though.
Right. More some other time.

Love,
Faye