#4

Time to blog again, I am making cupcakes as I blog. They are in the oven right now. And they look... uh... good? The middle is falling in, which is no bueno.  The beeper just buzzed, took out the cupcakes. They look like poop. Man, I hate comparing the food I make to poop. They don't taste like poop however. They are actually really, really, really tasty. I'm not sure the problem though, Dallin is even here, maybe that 's the problem.  Dallin Morris is a bad influence on my cooking, but I love him. Which is why my friends, Dallin Morris is number 4.

Dallin Morris, is a boy, a boy with a dream. He wants to be a chef and I believe in him.  Dallin goes to BYU, and I'm not aware if you know the song "I Love College." Well Dallin's theme song should be "I Hate College." He really hates school, but if I went to BYU I would hate it too. Dallin's dream is to go to culinary school and get a business degree, marry a model, and live on the beach. He enjoys Spongebob Squarepants, cruising, the beach, and his favorite cousin Kaci. I only became Dallin's favorite cousin about 6 months ago, when he came to BYU and I was at UVU. So we decided to bond and hang and chill, and we did. 

We talked about the troubles of the world and what we would do if we were president. We talked about cakes and food and parents and sisters and BYU and grandmas and great grandmas and well you get the point. And once we made a cake, it was good...? Okay it was terrrible, well not terrible. It was our first time evvvver using fondant. So give us a break, the cake part tasted good at least. Speaking of, I really want to take a cake decoration class. If anyone knows of one, please let me know. I also want to take a yoga class or pilates or something. AHHHH! Getting of topic again. It's the ADD, don't worry about it. Anyways. Dallin, Dallin, Dallin. With nothing more to say, I'm done. That's that.