Reeling

I find myself rather without any work this lazy Saturday evening.

I can’t believe I’m back online (third time). Even Jezebel doesn’t have anything new for me to read and that is something to consider seriously. I believe this phenomenon has to do with the series of tests and busy days I’ve had this week. All of a sudden I have all this time in the world to rest and I have absolutely no idea what an intelligent, similar minded bloke/ blokess would do with it.

1. Gym- tick (they’re going to throw me out if they see my hovering about their premises AGAIN)
2. mail- tick (nobody write to me anymore)
3. fakebook- (nothing new there checked 5 times in the last 2 minutes)
4. Twitter (I’m so jobless I can’t even think of a witty tweet. And to think of a tweet? That really must be the lowest rung of the bored-jobless-loser-LAME ladder.)
5. Blogging (in the process- tick?)
6. TV- (actually sat and watched a show on 15 pound burgers with 25 slices of cheese and burger buns larger than the size of my face. Gross)
7. Finished a book and started another one- Tick

I even fixed a bell on my mountain bike. Much more effective than going close to pedestrians who refuses to use pavements that are shaded, broad, even and screaming BEEP as loudly as I can. It’s somehow more acceptable to sleep on your horn even when the roads are empty but not to go BEEP? How dare they!

I flipped a coin and Entourage won. It isn’t one of my favourate passtimes. I’ve only seen episode one of season one. I would like to watch House instead but I don’t have any.

Make donations to SL’s bored out of mind fund

Oh, but, guess what? Some thing to look forward to right in the middle of my exams. Ooh how exciting:

Still weary about Robert Downy Jr. playing Holmes and Jude Law as Watson. WTF?

Let us see what Guy Richie can do.

Also want to watch: Belle de Jour- Luis Bunuel. Loved That Obscure Object of Desire. I watched it many years ago but it has made quite an impression on me, obviously.

“Its not easy when she turns me on”

This is my on-the-way-to-the-gym song.

When it started we had high hopes;
now my back’s on the line, my back’s on the ropes…
When it started we were alright,
but night makes a fool of us in daylight.

There we were dying of frustration,
saying, “Lord lead me not into temptation.”
But it’s not easy when she turns you on…
since they’ve gone.

If you’d only, if you’d only say yes.
Whether you will is anybody’s guess.
God only, God knows I’m trying my best,
but I’m just so tired of this loneliness.

So up they picked me by the big toe;
I was held from the rooftop, then they let it go.
If there’s any screaming let the windows down,
as I crawl to the ground.

If you’d only, if you’d only say yes.
Whether you will is anybody’s guess.
God only, God knows she won’t let me rest,
but I’m just so tired of this loneliness.
I’ve become so tired of this loneliness.

~Yes by Coldplay

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Fine fine ASPP, you’re right. The gym is my muse, in a way. I think this blog is self-centric more than anything. Conceited old me!

Points to note.

The doctor suspected that God might have felt benevolent and left me with more ovaries than I can handle. Not true. Neither are they shrivelled, like my grandmother would like me to believe (this false propaganda is part of a larger stratagem to get me married off to the next boy she sees.) Technology kicked your butts!

And everybody would also like to know that I do not have an excess of boy hormones (tests proved that). So now my boy-like thought process remains a mystery. When I found out that I actually have a slight excess of woman hormones, I decided to enlighten myself with some gossip; just to make the new comers feel at home.

So a certain someone commended my writing skills and somehow meant a lot to me. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I can’t handle complements only because I can’t crack inapproprate jokes when I’m at the receiving end (my method of handling serious conversations = cracking jokes/being witty/ ignoring the situation). Nevertheless I like it when my efforts/ skills are recognised. It’s nice to know that at least someone out there is entertained by my blog.

Finally, I feel like a star today. I ran 2km after AGES! I’ve been acting like I’m a middle aged woman with arthritis who needs her wheelchair to burn those calories on the treadmill. I realised that I don’t do enough aerobic exercises because my instructor has been brainwashing me into becoming a female thug. After a whole bunch of stretches and abs exercises I was in the process inching determinantly towards my car when some guy called out to me.  I’ve noticed him in the gym before because he looks like this:

Yup. James Franco is sooooo delicious. So is his bum in Milk.

Anyway, moving on, JF-look-alike asked me what I would say if he asked me on a date. I was taken aback. Then he added that there are ‘no strings attached’. I don’t know what that means. I’ve never been asked out, literally. It’s always, oh-but-we-have-work-together-coffee?

For some odd reason I said, I’m already seeing someone else.

I smiled all the way back home.

Exchanging pleasantries

The weather has been a tad bit too lovely for any sort of productivity on my part. I eat and sleep too much. I think, rarely. The few hours in the day that isn’t occupied by the activities previously mentioned, is usually spend staring about without disturbing my cognitive organ. I think I’m exhaling brain dust.

Back on Track.

1. I need to start eating less. This 3rd lunch thing doesn’t always work, in terms of nutrition
2. I need to run more. Maybe I’ll sneak into IISC and get the guards to chase me out of there. That should be enough inspiration.
3. I’m so happy I turned 21 and got gifted books to read. Should make time for reading. Can’t let my English get to the point where I’ll start saying- Ennjyme
4. Sleeping for >10 hours a day just makes me look and feel like I’ve been living in a chemical refinery where the workers sample their produce every now and then, over a flame.
5. SL FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO BEFORE WE ALL DIE IN 2012.
6. Stop watching Main Prem ki Diwani Hoon. What a horrible movie. What terrible clothes. Kareena acts like someone knocked her over with a boulder, damaging her maturity and facial muscles.
7. Paint. Draw. Sketch. Do what you like doing best. I always pretend I never have enough time for it.
8. I’m going to go find that one cycle that has a SL shaped dent on it and make it my own, tomorrow. Wait for me lover!

That’s all for now folk. *insert Bugs Bunny voice* Hehehe

Don’t hold back

Its  an awesomeness overload when you walk into a crowded street feeling so fit and confident, you know you can take any of those lecherous men down any time.

How can I help/ protect someone else if I can’t protect myself?

I hate it when people believe they are perpetually the victims of biology, situations, life.

I still want to dance. For someone who is going to have some serious thinking to do I’m a bit too cheerful.

Shots of happiness.

I’m suddenly very happy and high *ahem* for reasons unknown.

I’m also excited about my secret plans, new brass knuckles, books on my shelf that I haven’t read, how awesome I feel right now and the beat in my head that just makes me want to get up and start dancing.

 

JUMP.

Stitch in my kidneys

My liver and kidneys are crying because now I’m biologically 21.

I woke up to 1. n number of calls between 12 and 1 am (its the first time on my birthday that I actually put my phone off silent)

2.  Samhita’s Birthday present for me.

3. Erm, this lovely comic sent by ASPP

I think my popularity has greatly increased between last year and this one. I don’t remember having to answer phone calls and say thank you. Or maybe its because I added more people on facebook.

I wrote this post on my birthday and for some reason I found it in my drafts today so I’m going to put it up.

Happy Ippatondu+2 SL

Rehitting puberty

I was sitting at the breakfast table this morning with my parents staring intently at my face when my dad exclaimed, “What the hell is that?”

“Er, pimple?”

“Isn’t this the first time you’ve ever had one of those?”, my mom added.

“Yes”

They continued to stare for a while and made it more uncomfortable for the poor pimple. This got me thinking. I’m turning 21 (for real this time) in less than 3 days and I hit puberty NOW?

The only thing that can make me feel better is presents. I will definitely accept them when they are showered upon me. So, please, don’t feel shy.

Can i bribe you with a mars bar?

Dads are trying to fill in their grown up offspring’s previous role as a child? Plug in the little SL shaped gap in the universe?

Sigh. Not after a tiring day of silly office procedures, waiting in line and hoodwinking money-stealing-male-genetilia.

Mind reader

One would be less in danger

From the wiles of a stranger

If ones own kin and kith

Were more fun to be with

-Ogden Nash

My ChaddieBuddie Raghu decided to gift me a copy of Ogden Nash’s poetry a couple of months back. He obviously doesn’t remember when my birthday is but all is forgiven when you’re bribed with lovely gifts. Thankee, dear one.