the papers want to know whose shirt you wear

i'm floating in a most peculiar way.
you know the thing about time? einstein was like, spot on. it flies when you don't want it to. it is a bitch when you want it to just GO already. like basic electrical engineering class. that entire room is a viscous liquid like that thing in the lost symbol, in mal'akh's chamber. the place where you think you're dead but you're not. you're breathing but you're not. if my teacher wasn't pathetically adorable i wouldn't have anything to do.
we got a freak free-wifi connection in the room last night. time flew then. it was midnight and then suddenly me and senior didi were facebook messaging each other on the same laptop and it was 1.30 in the morning and i hadn't drawn the transducer i was meant to.
the killers are an awesome soundtrack for life. brandon flowers is delightfully off tune, and glamourous indie rock and roll is about the sexiest song in a while.
man i need lunch, but nick freaking stropko delights in depriving me of timely meals. one of these days i'm going to get diabetes because of spiking sugar levels and it will be his fault but it's okay. AISE SAB LIFE MEIN HOTA HAI!