<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2024 23:40:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Golden Cake Delux</title><description>A combination of too much free time, a talent for typos, a lush imagination, a hate for proof reading, and the love of being heard. I call it &quot;mind vomit,&quot; but you can call it my blog.</description><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-8135797638165698003</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T18:26:49.975+02:00</atom:updated><title>A Note From The Golden City</title><atom:summary type="text">Ok Kiddies, this is going to be a quick one, mainly because I don&#39;t want to say too much and have it take away from the real blog about this trip, but I find myself with free internet and some time to spare so I wanted to write a quick hello.MFP and I are in Prague right now, we got in last night. We are staying in the nicest 5 star hotel with a panoramic view of the city and the most amazing </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/08/note-from-golden-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-4937656730728153538</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T15:35:36.101+02:00</atom:updated><title>My Little Pony</title><atom:summary type="text">My last few days have been nothing short of mellow-awesomeness. I sleep in until seven-thirty in the morning (the time around which Grossvati starts to fumble in the kitchen laying out breakfast), drink a cup of death-coffee (Grossi agrees with me on this one, Grossvati doesn’t pay attention to how much grinds he puts in the filter, and so the coffee is more of an instant diarrhetic then a </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-pony.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIePKzLzMbKVboxMG-GT9b3d48M1dIEZmpC7DyDqUU2nHoIwn0p5CxPRipdMkhyEo9ZcabJ0VnPX6DTEv4a2JzWj0tBtr8BAh72ZYnqChILoGnhYE5KiWBhqQS_cxqeJfn8z6MmvvX5w/s72-c/IMG_1740.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-7043802244597029304</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T15:32:44.475+02:00</atom:updated><title>Pyrotechnics</title><atom:summary type="text">I am sitting in my room at my grandparents, listening to them sing-a-long to the Swiss nation anthem that is blaring from the TV in their living-room. Fireworks are going off outside my window, loud reminders that today is Switzerland’s independence day, August 1st.Last night was Basel’s big fireworks extravaganza, which both Chung and I slept through. 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I haven’t had a tv for two years now, and can’t help but be drawn to the sickening beauty that is German television as Dr. Sylvia and my grandparents play cards in the other room.As you might have noticed, I didn’t get around to defrosting my freezer as quickly as I would have liked on Friday, and wasn’t able to blog my </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-night-delight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj6XH8vaZeX6Ssu0-fKHsqffGrfO-T2xH8VjaEJcQfLt13k2gJVG8owPR6QG3lexPMWun9sT3Uh83kBMwVBYqx4-VMlHzi8qv_aMsJQKed14miB34ooesbnfWxRUyZWUBm7W6tLinx0U/s72-c/IMG_3351.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-768736455960465071</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-29T15:22:29.297+02:00</atom:updated><title>Painting For Booty</title><atom:summary type="text">Ok, so here is the deal, I am in Basel right now, borrowing Chung&#39;s internet. Believe it or not, but my ninety year old grand parents aren&#39;t partakers of the World Wide Web and I am currently resorting to checking my e-mail and Facebook on my phone. Woe is me.Obviously I didn&#39;t get to defrosting my fridge in time to address my last post, but it is typed and will be coming at you soon. 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Let&#39;s just say it involved beers, the most awesome sunset, me driving a boat, and Blue Balls.I am going to fall asleep happy tonight. So past my bed time!</atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/07/livin-good-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLjwCy3kH6VSxPmkWW_yiW5F86QjuMiSZhhM2aghw6NgYZ3LjT7aB0gHwM_rGjS-ORjQBRCZCH4fctCMUmrOZjnTOYfCHRqdC_rNFR090kmAOMXQuvgZu_anAeXqCyav03xB2pQ4ygvk/s72-c/IMG_3369.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-5020992243660588787</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T18:29:30.348+02:00</atom:updated><title>The Bake-Off: The Results Are In</title><atom:summary type="text">Yeah, sorry, but I feel that this deserves it&#39;s own separate post. I got my marks for The Bake-Off last Thursday and let&#39;s just say: I kick ass. With 6 being a perfect score, 4 being passing, I scored a 5,3. I wasn&#39;t expecting a 5,3 to be honest. Seeing how the grade is a combination of my written, verbal, practical exams and my grades from school for the last three years, I was hoping to just </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/07/bake-off-results-are-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5KJzBzUxHI14-0C_Q2Z83NeuF2NcJ5oR8u7WBZu2g7ty5dlrT8t3DAT3H7T1U81JHqeakdUeeFXt9yR1yeWGbjvVV5IBT_RU0YTWq2v5hakyfObxfcgts2S8Xs3iizykKObCQ10SRAw/s72-c/IMG_4948.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-7170317664752105750</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T18:20:03.480+02:00</atom:updated><title>Three Minutes</title><atom:summary type="text">I got off work early today (there was an incident with my Boss and his daughter involving a bucket being kicked, keys being thrown, a lot of screaming, and some door slamming) and came home to a message from Skipper. It started off friendly and ended with her demanding I blog in a very frustrated tone. I hate it when Skipper gets frustrated with me, and seeing how I still have two hours until </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-minutes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDil3EBiRuKpxz8DWg45MFsMhy0SRyVSOXqj4xQ3EYKSprLWdWETH6XwXxfM9bgRo8SIr8D8chHUbP38mpzvMP8l1GC3hvHnkpouHZMTVk7JKmujFWNcyTdD2TRinmfmKk51Cwi-JGu4/s72-c/HPIM0128.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-8108786812619227956</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T18:28:49.111+02:00</atom:updated><title>Like Smoke Through A Keyhole</title><atom:summary type="text">I have had blogs going through my head for the past few weeks, but every time I sit down to my keys and type, it just doesn&#39;t work. I hope I will post this though. I know there are the few tried and true who still check this page, and need something to breakup the work day. Life is crazy at the moment, I am coming upon my last week at work and living in my apartment/Luzern. Things are stressful </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-smoke-through-keyhole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmgAs31apysEDiaxXYQmqw-yETia4JkWXoD3DRQWtPqlC-enekJlGSm8p_LnMxLS9HMxXGVz9wq8PdQrcjNaAkoVwuuZGNBvksLZyadLSDmy7uiEaEmi5RmFArohDdUHkqrJt61waUrI/s72-c/IMG_5227.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-3829037130278625353</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-09T16:39:26.178+02:00</atom:updated><title>Too Many Flies</title><atom:summary type="text">I’m sitting outside in the rain, listening to cow bells and trying not to get my slippers wet. Chef Doug, Dede, and Skipper all left this morning, and I am now left chillin’ with a crippled Dr. Sylvia, in Sorenberg. I worked a full week last week, and started to move out furniture and start sorting through my things. Luckily my very tolerant (minus Dede who rightfully put me in my place yesterday</atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-many-flies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBuOKGYH07U3RFxGE76RW_pv98H-dTvHisrP334SpqIrqTSD_hBvRUbIym0yAZ8D6TSO0a4fIZAgpgeaeM8wxPn4eefByIO94sbXbGHDALc65WCUDET7JE0gLFfRdsK2QHVT89_fblsM/s72-c/IMG_5027.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-2570689116351276099</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T19:46:30.362+02:00</atom:updated><title>Controlling Chaos</title><atom:summary type="text">So this is obviously long over due. These last two weeks have been full; full of stress, full of work, full of life. Skipper came in to town last Saturday and we tore Luzern up for a night, my parents and (surprise!) my sister also came to Switzerland, and a day later I was busting my ass for The Bake-Off. I&#39;ve been busy, and haven&#39;t really been dealing with it all to well. It&#39;s hard to go </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/06/controlling-chaos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpNeV1tPtabTmBDvAJFW92DpXjW7sd4eRBmydKyOzOpwOxzY8ZgnViWZGkxqti2eo-SEY71IaS1AJsSxEnaWSrjZHFSZP4HVVlMt1s_TdV4DLJ1CY8PPJeuM9XuvcN9yckjaclsOAX4M/s72-c/IMG_4982.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-2933517298827264852</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-15T18:26:38.794+02:00</atom:updated><title>Radiation</title><atom:summary type="text">I am currently sitting in the living room of my parents chalet, an hour up a very large mountain outside of Luzern. I have come up here for the last four weekends, mainly just to get as far away from work as I can, the farther away I am, the better I sleep. I also like to come up here because the chalet is three times the size of my apartment and is surrounded by rolling green hills filled with </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/06/radiation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpGn8nttU4vWp4ptSDSe5Le3-8zdU3T5YnFp5BkPqlKnEbl0Z81FycUlmlEf7DQ4XY1Q4P13CC2mARBzWaUdu2c-y96LOdFPV7cNhAeELeJjqGIACmvv6aukDShKl8ze5gfK2Liv32Ts/s72-c/IMG_4868.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-3922880989405856903</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-28T21:36:33.695+02:00</atom:updated><title>Five Years In The Making: Neon Gold</title><atom:summary type="text">In the beginning of 2003 my life hit rock bottom. I had been addicted to pain killers for over a year, had just had my heartbroken, dropped out of art school and couldn&#39;t see any sort of future worth living for. I could find no reason in my heart to keep going, none of the options that I had in California appealed to me, and I found myself pushed up against a very tall Wall, with no real way </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/five-years-in-making-neon-gold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBZa_Ep4mlR2fC0mANz_a9JhIzqchdz7U8no0RNLEbKC2rilcl01hFHCOskOIrsmtAChr7RTM0b0NIaqyfssTM01lb4eP4BdpA6LGEPdZd1bCkV5Mqz6lD25CLDmPT0cHCw6pbHyeFPU/s72-c/IMG_4694.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-4692451663484996088</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-26T21:41:43.355+02:00</atom:updated><title>Born Complicated</title><atom:summary type="text">My co-apprentice at work, Schlumpf (Smurf, in German), got dumped Sunday. The douche had cheated on her Saturday night and then called to tell her, and then breakup with her, because &quot;he couldn&#39;t look her in the eyes after what he had done.&quot; Schlumpf spent the morning vomiting in the bathroom and just looking miserable. I was on my way to the front of the store that she whispered to me, &quot;he </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/born-complicated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdQ6S0t5M15guI7fY8hlDQ0joe2bQ1hZZqqZJq2Ckz5tTvFkX3Lfj3sNDIgMm0YbT0gylMbTUC8X3OegOQSWDxKnC-flB-lhzaVhYIw5RKbCQ4Cp9LpeUi3Z_cGiXi-gtTiGvJkRp3wI/s72-c/IMG_4415.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-3135890821699812094</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T19:43:32.457+02:00</atom:updated><title>Smiling While Crying</title><atom:summary type="text">So the pre-Bake-Off came and went, thirteen hours past, I lost a bit of my arm in a nougat accident, but can’t really feel much of anything at the moment so it doesn’t matter much. I just can’t believe I made it through alive.Everything in The Bake-Off is timed to the minute. I have a three page time table, and there is very little room for mistakes. With that said, you can only imagine how I </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/smiling-while-crying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0_I4oTwgT_gpeJHwr1WBuJL7sAdI4EQh6fEzX6PBXhQ42Fw7H9ah9GadEr__0STq60aVFvYyKNHTkqcprzl1i-JzouQKDTQUUJlaiEHrEU8KlsZRi1gCtzrIxJAUKH8DhwH7VlNppWw/s72-c/IMG_2734.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-6750956794454032613</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-21T19:33:32.704+02:00</atom:updated><title>Pushing The Grind</title><atom:summary type="text">I am saying it now, come Saturday I am getting out of Luzern. I don’t care if I end up in Basel or Sorenberg, all I know is I won’t be going into work. I put in a little over twelve hours today prepping for tomorrow’s timed run-through of The Bake-Off (like a mock Bake-Off). I am in bed typing this now, and plan on blogging until the sleeping pills kick in. I have to be back to work at </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/pushing-grind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7NUkSYdEMItqQWIBwYXjyqaHxiA9jN9MNuwN-slIYMYNVjL4AZjCg1sH7Wh71zz8DdGMaf3oI0abKHg31gnWoxbrjwhRIAjF1wEYWq7Xresjk4v_V2CIJ2Xmj6HFSNH02r71k9a52-k/s72-c/IMG_3910_1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-4158280979329716142</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-21T11:46:28.987+02:00</atom:updated><title>Dark Gray, Almost Black</title><atom:summary type="text">Today was my second to last day of school, so I told a lie and left an hour early to go check out a seemingly fierce purple scarf at Globus (sadly it turned out to be viscous, and therefore a disappointment). School at this point is more or less a charade, teachers pretend to give class and the students pretend to study. It&#39;s to the point now, that next week, our last week, classes will be held </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/dark-gray-almost-black.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivN_jv4CjVfI5lupBrebaZUi4es_kxGICRbb1MxeJlHcQlGU8dvIZ9d3Q0daCV1CRF_SfLeuys-h57Q_1t8GcKzb15QOq8nKgF7GCK1Zj0PWNTO8RsAm6TMMGhw6b5yPQaAmDSu2zRKbs/s72-c/IMG_3855.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-8024038357279651963</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T20:07:39.961+02:00</atom:updated><title>Soul Decay</title><atom:summary type="text">I feel like I am starting to rot from the inside out. I have been staring at my monitor for a half hour now and can&#39;t help but look around my dark apartment and wonder what the hell I did to my life. I am freaking out right now, terrified of The Bake-Off. 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I&#39;m sitting in my desk chair listening to thunder and drinking a beer, and can&#39;t help but feel like days are dragging into each other. I also kind of feel like sparing you my whining for a blog and have decided to interject an excerpt from my book into tonights blog. Sorry for the repeat for those of you long time readers, but I got an </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/trading-tears-for-beers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgso3KKYIXRAKFBnKt7o0ysLgAF1cjnnfyDUhVwg1xVBTLd6_HRNbde0fLzq3azLTSkdJKDNRJX9obI85Sp41qfvd51Mw2TBqtG6IrVVPVHubQTv6a0gKYrjAtHBRyJEQM4-mDfUC1k4R8/s72-c/IMG_1239.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-7556133020376682167</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T21:33:39.580+02:00</atom:updated><title>Beware OF The C-Word</title><atom:summary type="text">If you are a regular reader of this blog (or happened to read yesterday&#39;s post) you will most likely be aware of my beef with my boss&#39; daughter. In previous blogs I had refereed to her as a &quot;fat-ass bitch,&quot; or yesterday as a &quot;heinous bitch,&quot; but none of those describe her true soul, so tonight I am giving credit where it is due, and I ask your pardon if this is offensive to some, but after the </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/beware-of-c-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQjr6-TZ17qYhgbiaDVyZGlFPpzJY9YiC5XgkDzbmyip6f8vVapoivBRzewJTr-rhh00gLoinCEZV-RgBUKIvY1THHt8ZnzvpYHxw0ysxsBc9XiCwmt1HH2OXg6X41k2Ikal2RQ-vjDU/s72-c/IMG_1110.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-4703008047197898428</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-13T20:38:33.234+02:00</atom:updated><title>Bidding Time</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been a little over a week now since I gave up weed, and as much as I would LOVE to tell you how great and fresh I feel, I can&#39;t. It&#39;s been fine, and surprisingly I am still alive and so are my co-workers, but the upsides of sobriety definitely don&#39;t out-weigh the downsides. 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Today was yet again another religious holiday in Luzern, so everyone had off, and since it was really nice weather everyone was on the lake, except for me that is. For the first time in over a year I slept until noon, and then spent the rest of the day puttering around my small hole of an apartment. I left my apartment once, a couple hours ago to buy a six pack of the </atom:summary><link>http://goldencakedelux.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-bitterness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Golden Cake Delux)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSK81gJN5CMgN_q0xBJ5fqlfTcq5Enp0KsLYfmI3iBmIOhy2fO8cg0FRJ6kI2UimLei5B-8G_4F7TruLhehyphenhyphenu6yGTmV5m6c-Hne9kdmb56HtySacqatLuJfN2_rKdUnmI3UXMUpDJ0vU/s72-c/IMG_0867.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569129508949426098.post-6140600509510359595</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-11T23:37:38.599+02:00</atom:updated><title>Doctor&#39;s Note</title><atom:summary type="text">I spent my morning writing a blog that I plan on posting in a couple weeks, before going into work to prep some stuff for my pre-bake-off. It&#39;s a special blog, one that left me crying on my keyboard and in a weird mood for the rest of the day. I don&#39;t cry a lot, maybe a couple times a year, and usually only when my parents come to visit. 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At school I take  politics, economics, current events, food science, a decorating class (cakes, marzipan, sugar, etc.), math relating to baking, and laughably, P.E. All my classes are in German, and my teachers give no leniency for the fact that I have never formally learned to read or write in the language. 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