I'm miserable enough to blog about it, ARGH. I had my 8-hour sleep and all the night before but then I'm half sick so my throat's sore in the morning, as it has been over the past few days. I got up as early as 8 (and by my definition that's just unhealthy) to this miserable wet and gloomy sky and went to my ruddy two-hour seminar, which of course was nothing but insanely uninteresting.
Then I dragged myself to badminton, yes, dragged because I wanted to go back to my comfy bed and squeeze in a short nap before my group meeting but nope, that would have been wishful thinking. So after less than an hour baffooning around the court our reservation ended and I had to walk back...covered in sweat in the cool breeze.
Then it was time for lunch, I made soup and that was just me wanting to cook. I tried reading my textbook for the group meeting so I know what I'm on about but of course I didn't finish reading the chapter. Soon enough it was time to dash out and of course I was late to my meeting.
After finally agreeing on everything we dispersed and I had my interview with the student union for a university event. I stood around waiting and eventually had the 15 minute conversation that I felt went rather ordinarily.
So I walked myself back home once again, and to destress made a molten chocolate lava cake. In the meanwhile I was steaming some buns and what else but steam-burnt myself, which hurts like hell. When the cake was supposedly dued I checked it but what a surprise it didn't cook...by then I had to leave to go to a society meeting...so I left it with a friend.
I walked over to the meeting, which dragged on, as it always does...for no good reason. I went their to simply cast my vote on who'll be on the executive team this year and came back with a title myself...not cool, it is already a busy year. Hours later, I was free and came back to find my cake perfectly cooked and left in the water bath. No molten center or nothing, just good old brownie tasting chocolate cake, most probably because it stayed in the water bath - yes, my friend who I trusted to look after it just doesn't have the gift.
Then after the night started to settle down I of course showered and in the process discovered a humongous popped blister under my foot, presumably the result of badminton this morning. How bizarre.
Yes and it's now half past midnight of a new day and I have class at 10 in the morning and I haven't done my seminar homework. Great.