7-up

I've learned something today: if you are nervous, do not drink 7-up, because it will make you burp. The burping was probably not the reason why I didn't end up being accepted into a new house {searching for a new place to live here} but it more or less points at the kind of state I was in. I don't like being confronted with five or six people shooting questions at me. Especially not when I constantly feel like I need to repress the burps. :D
So now I feel a little down. The only thing that keeps me from becoming really moody is the thought of cheesecakes. Yum. I really feel like making myself {ok, and my friends} one. Here's the deal: my birthday was a good 6 weeks ago, but I still haven't celebrated it properly, while it was my 21st. Important number! A few days ago one of my friends proposed to celebrate it together. She turned 21 about three weeks after me. We have a few common friends so it could work. If we would do this, I would be making a cheesecake, and she a carrot cake. Dreamy! It would probably be the best birthday party ever.
Ever since I turned 18, I've prepared all the food for birthdays myself. It sometimes involves cooking five course meals for 25 people. With cakes. The strange thing is: I actually enjoy it. I actually enjoy standing in the kitchen from two days in advance, and to stress out over really trivial things like burned chocolate. It's a big relieve from everyday stress.
So, I wonder, would it be a good idea for me to start making a cake right now? It's more likely I won't {it's 23:28 here} but tomorrow is another day. Without the 7-up, of course.