Cake No Goodie

Once upon a time, at 6.05 p.m. in fact, me and my sister was going to bake a cake. And bake, we did. We bought a cake mix days earlier. And bought, we did. And so, we took out the twirl-a-majig and put the cake mix inside the twirl-a-majig's bowl. And twirl, it did. It twirled and twirled and look very chocolate-looking. I greased the pan. I'm so proud of myself. I tasted the already-twirled-by-the-twirl-a-majig cake mix. It tasted awful. We can't wait to eat it. We popped it in the oven. I hold the oven door while my sister put the pan in. I am so proud of myself. We waited. And waited. Till 7.20 p.m. And it was baked. It tasted awful. Bland as a soggy tissue. Have you ever eaten a soggy tissue before? Neither did I. But I figured that it will taste very bland. Like my cake. I can't wait to feed it to my parents. IT'S ALL THE CAKE'S FAULT. IT'S A CONSPIRACY. THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT SUGAR OR ANYTHING. THEY JUST SAID OH! TWO EGGS AND CUP OF MILK! EASY PEASY JAPANEASY! YOU CAN COOK ANYTHING. YOU ARE GOD. JUST PAY US. AND YOU GET THIS CAKEMIX. LOLOLOLO. AND HOW MUCH I WANT TO BLAME THIS CRAP OF A PRODUCT, I guess it's partly our fault.

First-timer's frustration.