Current mood:	pensive
Current music:	Evanescence - My Immortal

Lessons in baking?
I think that whole apocalypse deal might be true. Just maybe.

Yeah. So I come home from school yesterday and find Aunt Darcie in the kitchen, setting bowls and ingredients out. She wasn't smiling, didn't acknowledge my presence. I feared for my life. It was... creepy. The fact that there was no escape kept picking at my brain for the few minutes it took to get settled.

It wasn't half bad, though. We got to talking about various things (eh x_x). It was informative. >.>;; Aunt Darcie can dance salsa. I didn't know that! I mean, I knew she could dance, but I didn't know she knew how to dance salsa. She was in a dance group when she was in high school, and she met Roland (her husband) there. She stopped when Roland died. But she said that, if I wanted to, she could teach me.

Is it bad that I said I'd think about it instead of just yes? Because I am genuinely interested. It's just that, well, we don't have the greatest relationship in the world and I wouldn't want to have to endure any snide comments.

Mom came home early from work today. She's upstairs sleeping.

I need a job.