Today I opened my freezer to access the leftover ice cream cake that was in said freezer because of the Boys Soccer Team Dinner that happened last night. I opened it up and started to cut a small (maybe not that small) square out. I didn’t, however, take into account that when you freeze something that is already cold it turns rock hard. And I guess I could compare that to friendships that turned not so friendly or something, but I wont because a lot of people make these ridiculous analogies lately and frankly, sometimes an ice cream cake just needs to be an ice cream cake. So now I have to wait until the ice cream cake turns soft. I think I relate things to movies too much. Every time someone says something I always think (sometimes to myself) “Wow, just like in that movie!”. It’s kind of sad because it either means I spend way too much time in front of my television or maybe I’m just not quite in touch with reality. Ice cream cake doesn’t have that problem. When was the last time you had a conversation with your ice cream cake? It just sits. And it looks pretty. It actually sits and looks pretty. Another over-used string of words in the English language: “Just sit and look pretty.” What does that mean? Just sit and look dumb? Does looking pretty mean looking dumb? Don’t question things? It’s important to question things. If none of did that we wouldn’t know half the things we do now, but then again, do we need to know half the things we know now? Who came up with the idea of an ice cream cake anyways? It looks like a random invention to me. Ice cream and cake don’t really mix in general. Kind of like Switzerland and Germany, they don’t mix well. Switzerland is to Germany as Canada is to the U.S. I really don’t know where to go with this paragraph. I think I will just add some more sentences. This one sounds good. Actually, thinking about cheating my way through a paragraph kind of applies to an ice cream cake. It’s like an abbreviation of pie with vanilla ice cream. It cuts to the chase. The assignment asks us to come back and observe your object over time. Ice cream cake doesn’t really agree with that. If you leave it in the open air too long it’ll run and get ruined. It’s not very permanent. Or, maybe it’s just not permanently cold. Ah, now this you can compare to a relationship. In the beginning it’s new and cold. Then, it gradually warms up and turns to liquid, mixing with everything. In some cases, it makes everything very sticky. Then you have to go and clean it up. Usually it takes a lot of work to do that and you’re notebook will never be the same. Which brings me to another point - if you have a little pinch of crazy in you, you write stuff down, a lot. I do that. I write everywhere. I write in my notebook, I write in my diary, I write in my on-line diary (even though that is stupid) and I write on my walls. Sometimes I write on my pants. Your notebook can be kind of like your life. It certainly has your characteristics. Last Christmas, my great-aunt gave me a diary. It was bubblegum pink and furry. On the front, there was a stuffed animal ballerina mouse. At first I thought it was a joke, but then I remembered that this was the woman who gave my brother sparkly tree ornaments for his birthday. Then I noticed something else. You could pull off the head of the hilarious ballerina mouse and it doubled as a pen. Now, when you used this pen, the cover of the furry diary was still pink, but it now had a headless ballerina mouse stuffed animal on it. The phrase “hahaha” comes to mind. My favorite director is Tim Burton. He’s a weird guy. He makes weird movies. I like weird. It makes things interesting. I have a furry pink diary with a headless mouse trying to do a pirouette on the cover. If that isn’t weird, what is? Ice cream cake is weird. It’s cake, but it’s ice cream. It doesn’t even really taste like ice cream. It tastes thick, like that cheap frosting you buy at Graves. It tastes weird. Shouldn’t ice cream cake taste like ice cream cake? Tonight I find out if I got a part in the play “Holes” and the suspense is killing me. I can’t take it. I shouldn’t be this nervous. It should be illegal. I know I can’t do much about getting a part or not and that drives me even crazier. That last sentence reminds me of that line in “Spanglish” and there I go with the movie thing again. I’m using a lot of “I” messages, which, apparently, is a good communication skill when you’re trying to solve a problem because it clarifies that you’re not accusing someone of something. “I think that you’re an idiot” is still an “I” message, though, isn’t it? For some reason, I just got this weird image of an ice cream cake calling someone an idiot. Or more, some innocent boy opening up the freezer and spotting the ice cream cake “chillaxing” with the frozen peas. The ice cream cake will look up at the dumbfounded boy and say “I think you’re an idiot.” I have no idea where that came from. Ice cream cake is nice because it’s not trying to be something else. For example, Upside down cake: We all know that it’s not a special kind of cake, it’s just a cake that has been flipped over. Ice cream cake is always just ice cream cake, no matter what color or flavor it comes in. I guess there’s upscale ice cream cake and...Thrift store (?) ice cream cake, if you really wanted to delve into the world of ice cream cakes. I, however would just like to let the ice cream cake be (why does that remind me of “let my people go”, why?) and delve into it with only a fork and maybe an empty stomach.