Sometimes..

I really hate myself. Originally this post was just gonna be about my horrible day at Wet 'n' Wild, but nope.
Anyway, so I love baking. I'm the only one who's good at it in my family, and I love randomly baking. Makes me feel better. Well, someone left this pastic dish in the oven. I'm the only one who uses the oven, and so I ASSumed it would be clear. Did you know 350 degress melts plastic? My mother freaked- she was in a bad mood previous to the event. Needless to say, I'm not baking for a loongg time. I refuse to. The whole idea was stupid anyway. My cakes are crap, why keep making them?
Just an update, I might have sun posioning on my chest. Yay for being stubborn-headed and not wearing sunblock! :D I feel like I'm still being dragged out by the wave pool....