I had a hysterical, nervous breakdown in Computer Lab today. Like several of my more human moments, I would prefer to NOT TALK ABOUT IT. I'm serious.
I studied Chemistry (fuggyoo) for like, five hours today, and just when I was beginning to simultaneously disappoint and astound myself, I suddenly got up, and went "Dhur saala" and I came online.
Sanity prevails. Satyanarayan Bhagwan ki Jai ho. (Hey, I only said it because my Hindi teacher once said this, and it's so quotable, y'know?)
My room mates are all under the impression that I have OCD because I clean my space twice a day and more.
They think it's cute and adorable and borderline maniacal.
I think it's necessary.
There is a box in my corridor near the dustbin. It is a nice large carton. It has Pan America labelled all over it.
It's not mine.
The Durbhash Communication Theory -
At any given moment, there will be an average of three people roaming the fourth floor corridor of F-Block giggling and mumbling into their cellphones.
Corollary -
This is a confirmed phenomenon on all corridors in the nine-storey building.
Corollary -
Hell, it probably happens all over the damn Girls' Hostel.
Even the ugly chicks get doods. Yeh kya nainsafi hai.
Ex-Friend owns a pair of Hanuman-tika colour ballet flats.
O.O
I know, right? ZOMFGWTF moment.
Sometimes, you just want someone to hug you, you know? Like, inconsequentially. Like this-is-the-beginning-and-the-end it's-going-to-be-okay-why-you-so-hyper-you-crazy-little-fool-it'll-be-fine-here-have-my-arms-now-collapse-into-them-please.
A real life boyfriend would be nice to have I am thinking, you comprehend?
Haha. This is strange. But I have the exact same blogpost on my blog that I think I posted around the same time last year. :) Its a Hellorian thing. *pats benevolently on the head*
ReplyDeleteYou have an ex-friend who has Hanuman-tika colour ballet flats? What the eff? :PPP
ReplyDeleteHaha. Apart from that:)... *shudders at the thought*
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