I am STRUGGLING with my SOP and my written assignment. I'm so used to writing crappy stream of consciousness stuff that I can't be formal anymore. I don't even know why people have to be so goddamn formal anyway. It's just a weapon used during cold wars as far as I'm concerned. Oh well.
Finished reading Death of a Salesman last evening. Sparked a sense of de ja vu in me. Well of course I had seen it all before. It's all very sad. Every damn thing I read these days is sad. Or even see. Saw Full Metal Jacket the other day. But thank god for it. I can't get over the Vietnamese prostitute - me so hawwwwny, me luf you vaaary long, me suckysucky, me so hawwwny.
HAHAhahaha.
Oh and how funny is Arrested Development? I don't watch it too often, but shit, everytime I do, it's so much fun. Well whaddya know... I bet the British made it for them.
I feel like going to Benares. I've heard so much about it. And now with the camera even more so. After exams. I haffff to.
I need a badminton partner. I love winter. Love, love, love.