I feel bored. I tried to take pictures of myself, and make them black and white and cool, but my camera conked and I am mad. Someone whom I don't know is coming over for dinner tonight, and he only likes fish, and I don't. And I have to clean my room for him. Life is not fair. I like The Magic Numbers. And Jack Johnson and Ben Harper. I wore ear-rings today. I am very happy with my gel wax fish bowl. And Delhi bag. Thanks Dee and Porjo. I love playing with the blue wax. I hope I don't spoil it. I felt liberated sitting in the front seat of the auto today. I love the bumpity bump bump thing and the wind in my face. I really wanted to have bharer cha today. I'm out of sync. I didn't like OC much. I sat in the first row in Madhuja's class. There were no more places left. I doodled freely though. I feel stupid and contagious. I planning to use the word Nirvana in my "Tyger" answer. I want to listen to this song... but I don't know what it's called. I think its by Travis. It's got these gypsy women. And some room these two guys are looking for. Room 99 or 66 or something. Does anyone know?
Oh and I've been listening to Have you ever seen the rain and getting nostalgic about 2005. You know Hip Pocket and happy hours.