"Never-ending Soda" (Apply liberally)

Today is New Years day. As I already might have mentioned, I've always thought of New Years as a sham holiday. True, I rather enjoyed getting together with friends this year, and it was a good excuse to do so, but this year didn't really feel like New Years anyway. In fact, until 30 seconds before the ball dropped, I had no idea it was so close to the New Year. Then it was over, and everything went on right where it left off. I was so taken off guard by not lamenting the past year and the one to come in that time that I actually made a resolution, or rather decided to keep one I made earlier that day, and have decided to make a few more as well. My one I thought of earlier came to me in the grocery store, where I had to buy cool whip and pudding, only to find that I had to also get milk, flour, and for some reason sugar--even though my recipe didn't actually call for sugar--and I got baker's sugar at that, because it's deliciously fine. At that time I also realized I needed chapstick, and on my way to the chapstick isle I came across those flossing toothpicks. Early on last week I had just been mentioning to my roommates how much I despise flossing. I realize that it's important, and I value the opinions that credit it as such, but I still hate it, and the time-consuming nature of it always makes me keen to forget doing it. And so is born my first resolution of the year. I will floss everyday. That was decided during my first visit to the grocery store last night. I then realized that I had forgotten my Mountain Dew, and frosting for that matter, which brings me to my second resolution. I must drink less Mountain Dew, for I have become rather dependent on it. I won't lie, I'm not giving it up completely, so if you see it in my hand, good luck trying to pry it away from me. But I recently discovered those cute little cans of Mountain Dew I can only find in Wal-Mart, and naturally I consume twice as much because they look so small they couldn't possibly be doing me any harm, and they're just too darn cute not to buy--so I just drink one after another. I no longer have a terribly good excuse to drink it now that my tree is up, though it will doubtless be added to and continue to grow throughout the years. Or at least this next year. I have grand ambitions for it in the future, and you can only really get as far as the ceiling anyway. My third visit to the grocery store came about yesterday in frustration after I split the baker's bag I was using to make eclairs with, then managed to bust my turkey baster before I put any filling in any of them. And so I dragged Ugly Duckling to the store with me to get a new one, and also to get freakin' expensive strawberries Pinkie just had to have, which reminds me that she still owes me six bucks. We could not find a proper baster, and so I ended up with some sort of frosting syringe, which brings me to my third resolution. I will never make eclairs again without the help of an eclair punch. And I will never let Tisme spray the pans with Pam again either. She's excessive in pushing that button.

I did rather enjoy having an assistant to frost them for me though. Nice job Clark! But you had a sweet deal there buddy, what with the eating of all the less pretty ones.