An indescribable feeling, cake and footy

It starts at the base of your belly. Sort of ticklish, sort of fluttery. You can't sit still, bouncing off walls like a human ball. You're happy, angry, excited, melancholy, hyperactive and tired. You want to grab someone and just talk. You want to share and still keep secrets. You don't care if mathematical nonsense or plain gibberish comes out of your mouth - you're not even sure why you feel this way. It grows and grows until you feel agitated that someone hasn't come to relieve you of this burdensome wondrousness. It's an indescribable feeling.

Either that or you've just cracked from the stress of the impending trials. My mummy thinks it's the latter. That and a sugar rush from an Oreo mousse desert at 10pm (I really need to stop junking at night).

Talking about sugar rushes, I made cake a few days ago after resurfing from an intense analysis of facts and flotsam. Single layer vanilla sponge cake with butter icing. When I finished I was a very happy tiger cub for several days. Waking up and being able to have cake first thing in the morning is the best feeling anyone can have. Sweetness! Life is good. I actually looked forward to waking up instead of being my usual gummy-eyed zombie self. When the cake finished I felt a small hole of longing open up with me. But I don't have time to bake another cake so oh well.

Footy fever! I crawled out of bed today at 4.30am to catch FIFA finals, that being the only match my daddy allowed me to watch during the hols. For the first half and hour I was wide awake and watching every move with hawk like intensity. After forty minutes I began to shiver as my body started feeling the room temperature of 12 degrees through my layers of blankets. After 50 minutes and no goal I was nodding off. When one hour was past I was shaking myself awake to groan or mumble everytime someone lost a ball or got carded. I slept through half time. I watched Spain score a goal through half-closed eyes, and my cheer was feeble. Once Spain was confirmed as the winner I turned off the tv screen and slept on the sofa, not moving until 1pm.

It's all over. Time to study.

Cheers!
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