Fuck 'em.

The people in my hall told me there was going to be a potluck downstairs today. I got ingredients for a lasagna and waited for Mom to send me her recipe (which she never did, but that might not have been her fault). I woke up this morning at eleven thirty, saw no recipe, and looked one up on the internet before going to breakfast. The following then happened.

Girl: I thought you were going to the potluck.
Me: I am.
Girl: But it's right now.
Me: ...guh? It's only a bit past noon! People aren't even awake yet.
Girl: Well, it's going on all afternoon. I'm sure you can still bring something! ^_^

So I go down to see if I can make something real fast, and they've crowded the kitchen up. No chance at foodmaking there. So screw them; they get no Seiber and her happy (as yet nonexistant) spinach lasagna from me at their potluck.

Even if that cake did look good and I really want some...