Yale and cake

It seems as though I've let this blog slip away from me yet again. I'm going to be away for a large portion of this weekend, so I will force myself to write something now, no matter what it's about. Here goes:

First, I would like to congratulate my little sister on getting accepted to Yale University. That is such a major accomplishment, and she has worked so hard for this. I genuinely don't know anybody who is more versatile than she is-- she is an amazing artist, a great basketball player, and very talented at any subject she wants to tackle in school. Here is one of the drawings from her portfolio:

You can clearly see why her acceptance letter  wasn't too much of a surprise :)

On a very unrelated note I've also began watching this show on the Food Network called Sweet Genius. It's kind of a stupid show-- overly dramatic, no wildly impressive dessert creations, and the contestants are always ridiculously obnoxious. It seems like there has to be at least one person per episode with an accent that's so heavy that they have to have subtitles on the bottom. The judge (Ron Ben-Israel) also seems to favor all the French people. One of the current contestants is something of a hipster, and keeps making all of these "deep" comments, which I find absolutely hysterical. I'm currently watching a French contestant with a heavy accent make a traditional French cake for the judge, who is also French. Nice.

Anyway, the point is that all the desserts, no matter how good or bad the contestants are, look absolutely delicious. On a related note, my birthday is coming up (well, in two months, but whatever), and I've been thinking about what my ideal kind of cake would be. Not for my birthday, but just in general (birthdays make me think about cake).

I discovered a Minas Tirith cake recently:

Is it ethical to eat the White Tree of Gondor? 

Btw, If you're a LOTR fan or a bibliophile, you should visit my favorite forum, theonering.net. You will not find a more wonderful and and open-minded online community.

And a tangela cake:

Not my favorite Pokemon, but any Pokemon in cake form is more than acceptable

And a butterfly cake:

Prettyyyyyyyyy

As the judge just said on Sweet Genius: "I cannot wait anymore. I must 'ave my cake."

Ceci n'est pas une pipe; c'est un gateau

So I had this dream last night where I was going to take a Shakespeare course in the fall, as well as piano, both taught by the same professor. I had not had this professor before, but I talked to her a few times about my courses, and I thought we would get along very well. She taught a summer course on Shakespeare, too, which was how I was able to meet her, since I work at Trinity. (it was a very elaborate dream) At the end of every course she taught, she had this "Shakespeare party" in which everybody would come to class and she would bring food and cake and we would watch films of Shakepeare plays. She told me about it, and apparently several of my friends were in her class over the summer, so I thought I would drop by during the party and get some cake and talk to people. We'll call this professor Dr. T.

(n.b., if I know these professors in real life, I didn't remember it in the dream, nor did I remember it when I woke up. So I'm just giving them random initials, but don't read into them or anything)

Well, in this dream, I was taking another course over the summer about Shakespeare from another professor (Dr. D), and when I went to the party, she was there as well. I was talking to a dear friend who is a Shakespearephile and was taking this Shakespeare course from Dr. T over the summer at Trinity, and Dr. D suddenly stood up and said very coldly, "Were you invited to this party, Emily?" I shook my head no, and she said, "Did you even let Dr. T know that you were coming?"
"Yes," I said, "I sent an email last Friday. I thought she was okay with it." Down at the other end of the table, Dr. T nodded.
"Get out." Dr. D replied calmly. She pointed to the door. "Now. Out."

So I left the Shakespeare party, and my dream sort of turned into this thing where I was Maria from The Sound of Music.


However, I digress. The point is, I sadly left the Shakespeare party, and I didn't get any cake.

I read this other blog recently that had lots of blogging ideas, and one of them was to write down all of your dreams and analyze them. That would get kind of boring for this blog, because I don't really dream that often. But I thought that maybe since this dream was so vivid, I should analyze it. So here's what I came up with:

1. There was a pink cake in the dream. Pink means girls, so I came to the conclusion that I am a girl.
2. I also came to the conclusion that I really want cake, because the cake looked so delicious in the dream.
3. I learned that I am an English major. This is because the dream was centered around Shakespeare parties, and lots of English majors read Shakespeare.
4. I think I also has some sort of prophetic ability, because today at work, I learned of a party that I'm supposed to go to, which is for the University Communications office. University Communications = TU press = writing = English major. Clearly the two parties are related. I will be most pleasantly surprised if there is pink cake at the party this evening.

Let me know if any of you guys want your dream analyzed. I may start charging, but the first couple of weeks will be free.

Also, I will edit pictures for a small fee if anybody needs that, either.