we were all in love, and we all got hurt.

i tried my hand at making some meringue today. the result? disappointment and a trash can full of sticky meringue. yuck. it still had that distinct taste of egg whites. is it supposed to be like that? if that's the case, i wont be making meringue for a long time. not to say that it was completely a waste though, because ronan and i did down a few. as always, my little brother said it was very nice. sometimes, i dont know whether he's telling the truth or just cant tell the difference because of his nonchalant attitude and/or underdeveloped taste buds.

what a waste of 5 egg whites, 200 grammes of sugar and - this hurts the most - a bar of hershey's dark chocolate! i melted one bar in a vain attempt to cover the taste of egg whites. in the end, i just had the chocolate by itself. groans

anyway, i've just recovered from a fever last night. i havent been sick in a long time and yesterday was the worst i've felt physically since like, forever. urgh. sleeping was hard because i felt like i was actually tossing and turning, stuck somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. btw, do unconscious people dream?

i woke up at 5am, feeling all better. then i went back to sleep. sorry, i'm a pig. *snort*

i woke up at 11.30am and had the weirdest dreams.

first, i dreamt of seumas telling me that i should come visit him in england. he's actually studying in sydney right now, but i didnt realise the discrepancy until after i woke up. i was dreaming, arseholes. he also said he was living just next to the border to wales. then there's a scene where he's skipping towards wales. without his passport?! i know.

then the next thing i knew i was visiting seumas in wales already. i was in some hotel, which just wasnt what i had expected. i was expecting a nice, cosy cottage, which wouldnt have made sense too. i had to get to get to the 23rd floor, but the stupid elevator only went to the 22nd floor. i dont remember using the stairs, but suddenly i found myself in some buffet. the menu didnt display any food, instead there were movie titles.

the next scene was my favourite. it was a tennis match between maria sharapova and some african-american woman. it was a three-setter but in the end, maria won. no surprise there. i cant wait til maria starts playing again. she's been out for almost half a year due to a shoulder injury. hopefully she'll make a huge comeback and not get injured again, but i'm seriously worried. if she'd had to officially call it quits, i'd just die. I'D DIE.

oh well, i'm thinking of baking a really lovely rich chocolate cake next...

...but first, i have my sore throat to deal with.