Tuesday, May 25, 2010

As Seen on a Tantra T-Shirt

One Night Stand

If only they had my size.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

I took my time to realize that my phone number ends in 42.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Before the wryness settled in

I saw my marks and burst out into an absolutely hysterical cackle. 75 in English and 93 in Business Studies?! How did that come about?!

Monday, May 17, 2010

In battles and wars it is always the horses I pity.

Friday, May 14, 2010

A Bad Week

#1. Nearly drowned. Not very nearly, but nearly enough. And let me tell you, in case you have never been there, it is more of a strange sensation than particularly frightening (or, more plausibly my nervous system is plugged up all wrong). Almost gulped down mouthfuls of water, but remembered to not, saying to myself, "Ew! God knows what has been in here!",  and spewed it out reflexively. Somehow just did not remember to scream or, I don't know, lift my head and breathe. So, yes it sounds unreasonable, but, hey, in my defense I was conscious of how close the life-guard was and, thus, the consequent lack of need to panic and flail around, or rather, flail more than necessary. (The life-guard was pretty sure that I would not enter the pool for some time now, but I did, feeling all Douglas Adam-ish)
#2. Didn't make it to NLU-D. Damn. I did really want to. I knew I wouldn't, but it still wasn't pleasant seeing it in writing.
#3. Discovered I have ego issues. Never nailed myself to be the type to get all competitive. I normally am not. Hardly if ever. But there I was, going all red and hostile and feeling all sucky.
#4. Was weepy on pathetic things. Episode of Ghost Hunt, article in RD. Oh, boo!
#5. Had my wish fulfilled. Had more books to read than I can take (Gasp! Is this really happening?!). Most of them the wrong kind too (Gasp! They exist?!).
Plus side-
Mad Over Donuts (Sigh!)
Secrets and Lies (Finally)
Cookie something, Mother Dairy
Mother load of new songs!
I am so easy to please.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

It is strange (and disorienting) how much one's (well, at least my) behavior can vary with the shade of one's nail-paint. Quite like Jughead and his beanie.
Glitter- bubbly, annoyingly so
Red- classy-ly trendy, somewhat
Black- rebellious in a "\m/" way
Green- punk
Pink- embarrassed (and here I look at it and pretend to wonder "how did this get here?")
I also realized how sinister black nailpainted fingers look. I looked down at my own hands, busily packing away the various notes I made on the important articles and amendments of our own darling and exhaustively vast constitution, yesterday and wondered, "Hands like these can't possibly be up to any good."
Name- KS (alias)
Age- 17
Current Status- nail-paint obsessed (beyond help *shudder*) 

PS- In case you wondered, my CLAT went well. Not necessarily a good thing. It means it went well for a lot more people as well. Thus, there is a high chance the cut-off will be high too. Maybe I should just give up. I could always sell drugs. No, really, think of the scope, the opportunities... Bah!
 PPS- How can anyone possibly argue with the obvious superiority of Power Rangers Ninja Storm over  the other series?! It's a close one with Wild Force, but, eventually, it still wins.

Friday, May 7, 2010

No, I honestly cannot tell the difference between regular Dairy Milk and Dairy Milk Silk.. But, then, again, don't take my word for it, me being, after all, a girl with black nail enamel on one hand, glitter-on-colorless-base nail enamel (silver and gold alternatively) on the other and CLAT in two days. And I am hungry. Very.

On an aside, GK and Timbaland do not mix.

Who remembers that song that Manoj sings in RGV's Road? "Siski mein jo saas bhari thi pyar se mujhko bhar gayi re. Pehli nazar mein darri thi, doosri mein bhi darr gayi re." Killer!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Note to Self I- Stop being so punctual. It leads to twiddling with cells, feeling awkward, and making 'note-to-self's.
Note to Self II- Always carry your iPod. When feeling awkward you can always head-bang.