My birthday is next week, exams are this week.
Somehow, despite all the stress, my roommate managed to (totally without my knowledge) bake me GF eclairs.
I'd noticed she kept leaving the room where we were studying but thought she was avoiding me. I suspected nothing.
Around 9 last night, I was studying alone and Castor came to ask me if she could borrow a dollar for the vending machine downstairs. I pointed her to my purse, which was atop the microwave in the lounge.
(They told me later that they had expected me to walk back to my room to get the money, where they were waiting.)
A few minutes later, Saab (named because she was looking at the Elie Saab spring collection with my roommate) came to ask if I had a copy of The Hobbit.
I do have a copy of The Hobbit. And I am always happy to talk about Tolkien with anyone, especially with the movie coming out in a mere FOUR DAYS.
But I was working, so I said, "Sure! It's on my windowsill. The one next to my bed."
Saab: "I don't feel comfortable being in there without you."
I knew this was a load of horse crap, because I'd walked in on her getting almond extract out of College Girl's (roommate's) fridge the previous night, sans College Girl, but since I am a wonderful and understanding person I went with her.
The lights were off and there were candles in the eclairs. Then, all my friends jumped out from various hiding places.
Then we ate the eclairs. They were delicious.
I'll see if I can get the recipe from CG. In the meantime, you should check out her blog! It's called Just a Little Bit Squirrely.
