See it?
Love them both. Giggly girly Germanieee. Hee.

Fuckety fuck fuck. Guess what? I can't move. My back has fucked up my life. Well, it's not the only thing, but what the fuck. It's the only body part I can reprimand in a justified manner right now. Fuck, everything's so fucky.

I have red converse shoes. I feel yuppie good. But I hardly step out of the house.
I am made for this season. I feel like the Midnight Cowboy theme.
Vitrolica has stopped writing. Tragedy.
I miss college like crazy. Especially in monsoon. It reminds me of green benches and normalcy. Getting wet, having cha, staring at people, classes, FS, jam sessions.
I saw a film called Bluebird. I like coming-of-age movies. Especially if they have sub-titles.
Gawd all I want to do now is curl up with a cheap paper-back and my favourite blanket. Thassal I want.
Blake beckons. I love him, but, cheappaperbackcraving. Whattodo.

I am so gone. I am listening to Zeest and nodding my head. I have ten thousand answers to write, four plays to read and godknowswhatelse. My grandfather, best friend and a mini God looks at me incredulously from a dusty corner of my desk- dude, when are going to finish all this? I dunno, I really dunno. I'm so fucked. So incredibly fucked, it's not even funny anymore. And I dunno why I listen to afterglow so much - it's really not that great. But it's the third time today. Pretty Vegas is nicer. Hmm... that INXS guy tries hard, really. But he isn't Michael Hutchence. Heck, he isn't even Lenny Kravitz. Lenny Kravitz is hot. Gnarls Barkley is cool. I am failing. Saturdays suck.

I swear, I AM studying...really.

Alrightey. Group Study Part II. The last one had me fantasizing about Oxford. I don't know what mirages this endeavour will supply my idle mind with. There is, on the bright side, no weed, no alcohol and no cigarettes ... we all plan to be good little girls and chew on chips and Mr. Darcy. Chew on Chips. That's not right, is it? It sounds nice though.
Yesterday was cheerless and sad. But then read Pride andPrejudice for the 50th time or something like that, and felt a good deal better. I kept wondering about my life from age 12 to 16 and realised that I remember very little of it. The parts before I remember, the parts after as well...but that period is mostly a blur. I remember little things, but not smells and sounds and things like that. It was like an out of body experience. Oh well, I hated it anyway.
My little finger hurts.

When you're 64

Happy Birthday :)

Dee gave me Lautrec coasters. I can't stop staring at them. I love them, love them, love them. I like weird things and weird people. Like Bjork and Sarah Jessica Parker in tu-tus. And this new song called Gold Lion by a kimono clad chick and some dopeheads called Yeah Yeah Yeah. Oh yeah. And Moby. You gotta love Moby.
I also love this little patch of sunlight in front of my window at 9 o clock.

And Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit, Das Dutta's crazy chicken or padmasana. Quaint architecture and strange paintings. Like Warhol's Electric Chair and Munch's Scream. And ugly, beautiful men and women - like Mick Jagger. I could go on. I like a lot of things. I don't know why I need to feel bored at all.

I love Greek mythology. Hardy isn't that bad. I loved the story of Echo. She was a nymph who fell in love with Narcissus. He didn't love her back and she pined away until nothing was left but her voice. So many more beautiful stories. I need a book.

Ok. Teensy bit worried here. Am not getting much studies done. I get the fact that, I have an University Exam coming up. But...I spent half an hour looking for mascara today. I wondered what I'd look like with mascara. But I couldn't find it. So I coloured my eyebrows with my kajol. Then I thought, I should shave off my hair. But I chickened out, yet again. So I wore a bandana. At home. While I watched...brace yourself...kasautii. Which I know I will continue to do till the twelfth of never, but that's a whole new issue altogether. And now I'm sitting at the computer, doing random google image searches (Wildeve was acted out by Clive Owen, yum). I'm weird.

Secret Windows

He has many. She has many. She let's me look inside sometimes. He doesn't realise he keeps it open.

AAAAAAAHHHH! Juss vunn munth.

Kotex....?

The Jones Checklist, yet again

Eating - eating and eating (pizza, family chicken, Tolly grilled chicken and pancakes, some rabri somebody got, kurkure...I have slight pet kharap...ektuslight)
Sleeping - sleeping and sleeping (at night, after breakfast, after lunch, before dinner, after dinner)
Swimming - just a little
Studying - N/A
Comp-obsessing - all the time
TV viewing - everything but Doordarshan and Sun TV
Talking on the phone - sometimes, but for very long periods of time
Fagging etc - Nope (ok one teensy time, but no more)
Dreaming - 24/7....had the most delicious dream last night :)
Other stuff - N/A
I have - no new messages (other than from some weird fuck called yaaron ka yar aa gaya on Orkut)
I particularly despise - A tall, lanky, bitchy, bossy type, whom I don't really-really know...but despise none-the-less. She's like those climber plants. Needs to cling on to someone or the other, better if male. And cannot stop performing. Guys just love her. What is it with guys and neka women? Disss-gussting (all very prejudiced, petty and sad of me, I agree...but whattodo...I'm short, fat and stupid).

Okbye

"You are revolting."

- Baba, during, dinner, meaning to say rebelling. Heh. Not too far from the truth now, is he?!

Nothing excites. I like her blog a lot. So much to do...yet how boring everything is. Dissatisfied, dissillusioned, dispassionate. Wait..not really. Bored of being content. Does that even make sense?

I was feeling largely responsible for letting down a friend. Now I feel somewhat responsible for making her somewhat happier. Among other events, I have a computer in my room now. Which is pretty cool, but also a little distracting.
The bathroom upstairs has had a make-over.
I'm probably going swimming in a couple of days.
My brother has Orange post-its with "how" written on it.
A library is being made in memory of my cousin.
I cannot study.
I am glad that, all my friends are insomniacs. So there is always someone or the other I can talk to at 2:30 in the a.m.
I am Bridget. Cliche or not. I just am.
I hate drugs.

Bids is back. Smelling all America America, with loads of presents and one missing bag. I just get the feeling he has grown taller. Ma made biryani which was out-of-the-world and everyone is superhappy. I love the Florida-room smell he has in all his things in the suitcase. It reminds me of the time I spent there. Woke up at 4 to fetch him from the airport today. Ki moja :) Kintu no-more insomniac-giri on the computer, because he is very territorial about his room. Oh well. Dee's also back from uber-cool dream trip. But is too damn jet lagged to call. *sniff*.

Spotted this week

Turtle in the bathroom. With broken leg (1)


Fancy gong in Chama Lama


Mehendi on Ma's hand



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