Nobody Said It Was Easy

Last week I made exactly 4 kinds of cookies/pastries. First, chocolate chip cookies on Tuesday evening for next day's goodbye classes. Judging by the amount I thought there'd be plenty left for the girl picnic on Thursday, but I was wrong. The cookies turned out so well that my family had left only a few morsels. Then came the hours-long struggle with sajtos roló. The dough from this was from the supermarket, and I didn't use up half of it, which then I made into tiny envelope shaped pastries filled with plum jam. Altogether eight such pieces were made as this time I paid attention to using thick dough. Finally, as the cheese creme required four egg yolks, I had to deal with the remaining whites. So on Sunday I made so called fehér piskóta (white sponge cake), and added sum gingerbread spice to give it a nice winter taste.
And now what have I got (apart from a swollen belly)? I spent the day alone and almost went nuts. After getting fed up with on online job expo, I spent the rest of the day updating my profile on a networking site which focuses on bookworms. Hence the name Moly. I even added two "challenges" which are tasks other users can submit to, of course usually related to reading and reviewing a book. And I was happy to find that the first takers "arrived" within minutes after creating the challenge.
I also started a self-help book given by Mom, but I stopped after one-fifth to take a break. You know, there are such ideas as the Universe teaching you a lesson with each hardship you encounter. So, the idea is that if you learn from your mistakes (your crisis), you well then avoid those situations in the future. But of course, there will always be new lessons to learn. I wonder what my lesson is. Oh, and there are also such ideas as stop complaining and being jealous of other people's happiness. So what's new. And here's one more for me. Make an effort instead of making excuses. Only too true.
To make a change, I initiated some tidying on my desk, and ate a kefir to maintain healthy nutrition (and thus eventually lose weight).
By the way, the weekend was a bit ambiguous. On Saturday we had a two-hour-long march with the orchestra, where I played drums. After that I went to the supermarket as there was literally no food at home, meaning no eggs, no milk, no bread, no whatever. After that I was quite tired and we spent the rest of the day arguing with my boyfriend. Well, it wasn't proper arguing, usually he gets hurt and keeps staring in front of himself, which makes me all the more annoyed. Sunday turned out much better. I made spaghetti with mushroom sauce (the cream was left from the cheese creme project). Then in the afternoon my boyfriend took me to Tropicarium, which is the mixture of a zoo and an aquarium. I was amazed by all the colourful animals. My favourite one was the one-month-old Cotton-top monkey, which is called Liszt majom in Hungarian, as its white fur on the head is similar to the hairstyle of Franz Liszt, the composer. Funny, huh? Anyway, the baby monkey was just so lovely with his little hands and feet clinging to its mother. And don't forget that I don't usually fall for cuties. Süntanker was also nice, which is a kind of hedgehog with a bear-like face. For dinner my boyfriend bought pastries with garlic-flavoured sour cream and grated cheese on top, called fokhagymás fészek.
As for today, the evening was just another Friends-watching marathon. Seems that that's the best part of my day. Plus eating.