Highlighter Stars.

While my mother and I were National Trust property visiting the other day, we saw a Victoria (does that need a capital V? Idk) sponge in a tea room at one of them, and my mother became slightly obsessed with having one. So today, I made a Victoria sponge. It’s still cooling, though, so I’ve no clue whether it turned out to be any good. Which kind of makes this story somewhat pointless.

I want a new layout for this journal. Even though the header of this one’s pretty, I don’t really like the entry format.

… okay, so, remember this post? Well, another coincedence just occurred. There I was, typing about how I want a new journal for this layout, and generally doing a post, which isn’t something I do all that often. And then Daniel starts speaking to me on MSN about this very blog. How strange.

Though, to quote Gibbs (from NCIS. Seriously guys, watch more TV); “I don’t believe in coincedences.”
Actually, I do, but it was a good excuse to quote Gibbs, and one should never turn down the opportunity to quote Gibbs.

I’m rambling. I’ll shut up now.

Wait, no, one more thing: I’ve just listened to Panic at the Disco’s second album, and hi, WHAT? They take out the ! from their name and suddenly they’re all serious and have a folk sounding song? What’s going on with the world?

Okay, I’m shutting up now. I have to go and convince my mother that sweetcorn is better than baked beans.