The day started out fine actually. I woke up around 2 in the afternoon (for which I had a totally justified reason for — I was up last night studying. Yes, that’s right. Studying) Well anyway, the whole process of getting up, breakfasting/lunching, talking to my cats (yes that’s crucial) and finally getting to my study center took 3 hrs, I was there by 5pm (when actually I’m supposed to be there by 2). But let’s just pretend that’s not an issue, hmm?

My mom makes some awesome coffee, really she does. She was even kind enough to give me a thermos full of it. *hugs mom* But little did I know that said thermos was devising an evil plot against me… I mean how hard can it be to drink from it right? Pop the cap, sip right? WRONG!!! I struggled with it for a good 15 mins wondering how the hell was I supposed to drink from it.. tactics ranging from screwing off the lid (didn’t work), shaking it, and finally knocking it against the desk. Frustrated, I simply put it to my mouth, tipped it over and.. *SPLASH*

Hot coffee and burnt lip. Can I say ouch? AHHHH Not only did I now I have coffee all over me but my nice dress was ruined. frown Ofcourse, being the smart, quick thinker I was, I acted like this happened all the time and simply carried on with my work, even though people started giving me weird looks. In the end, though, I trudged to the washroom to wash it off.. I smelt like coffee!! And no matter how awesome coffee smells, it was starting to give me a headache.

Of course, you’d think this is where it all ends right? Spilt coffee, wash up later? Nope, fate wouldn’t have it that way. Not only did the washroom NOT HAVE running water, but when I finally managed to find some, in my attempts to clean off the coffee stain, I drenched a wonderful portion of my dress.. that now appeared darker than the rest.

Don’t ask what happened next. Let’s just say that I decided to soak the rest of the dress so that it would at least LOOK like one solid color.

I could just end this here, but nooo there’s more that I have to rant about, trust me, its gonna take a while.

… Everything was going great until my mom called up saying that my brother was too sleepy to pick me up so I had to take an auto/taxi to come home.. at 9:30 pm at night! I barely got 2 hrs studying done because of the “evil thermos incident” when now I had to leave an hour early. -.-

I packed up, went downstairs only to find it raining like hell needed a washing out. (don’t ask, the thought just came.) Needless to say, finding a taxi wasn’t easy. THEY WOULDN’T DROP ME HOME!!! They kept saying no. WTH? It was raining, I was wet, my books were wet, I could still smell coffee and it was almost 10 pm at night. This girl came out and asked me if I wanted a ride with her, because apparently she lived close to me. Being the good girl I was, I decline her offer.. I barely knew her for 5 mins! What if she was an accomplice in a sinister kidnapping plan? Trust me, these things do happen.

I walked to the main road (the girl told me to, said I could get taxis there) and found myself in a horribler condition. There were other people who wanted to get a taxi, seeing that they were as dripping wet as I was, and were basically stealing them from other people.. LIKE ME. 30 or so minutes later, completely drenched, tired and on the verge of crying, the girl (who offered me a ride earlier) drove up with her dad and asked me again. And yes, my brain worked this time and I got in with them… soaking the passenger seat.

After that it got uneventful, I found out that my would’ve-been accomplice was actually just another student preparing for the same exam and her name was Anu and she speaks in Telegu, which I can’t understand (the ride was just 15 mins long!). They dropped me home, I opened the car door and my feet found themselves in ankle deep water. I was beyond caring.. thanked them for the ride, and went inside. Ignored my brother (he was too sleepy to pick me up remember?) and told my mom and my sister how close I was to getting 2nd degree burns and being kidnapped.

A spicy chicken dinner and 2 power cuts later, here I am.. realizing just how crazy the day was.. and also how interesting. This stuff never happens to me.. and when it does, like it did today… it earned a rather long blog entry.

Ok, that just made me sound British.