::twirls::

You know the feeling when you're cleaning up and diligently not-studying and it occurs to you, there's an oven in your kitchen that you could use to make stuff. Well, hi! I made scones. Sort of.

They're according to the recipe (except for the part where I forgot about the sugar and the epicness of my facepalming cannot be rendered with mere words), they just don't look a whole lot like scones. BUT THEY ARE.

I'm so happy. Makes me feel useful and stuff.

( I made these babies! )

Will now try them and proceed to document this historic moment when I used my oven out of my own volition, no external pressure, no expectations to meet, no one else but me to please. Eeeeee!!! ::is silly::

Man, I accomplish stuff when being all proactive.