Yeah. So that was hormonal or what. Like that shit book said. I'm ok, you're ok. The past week has been semi eventful. I was in my maiden major motor accident. The auto flipped (haha) and I have a subsiding head bruise. But shit happens. It happens to the best of us.
I still hate a lot of things about this place, but nothing surprises me anymore. I'm listening to Change (Blind Melon, thank you for existing once upon a moon), and also the Damien Rice version of Creep (which by the way, fucked up and started playing really loud in the comp lab and freaked everyone out - only he says so "very" special - and I'm glad - and I don't care if it's a little gay). Also a semi-object of interest is sitting right behind me, who, (like all men inevitibly end up thinking) probably thinks I'm creep and a weirdo. But I think so do all the seniors. Man, so much has happened - I don't know what to write and what to edit out. Bullet points

• Shit
• shit
• shit
• shit
• hot photoshop teacher
• cool camera teacher
• hostel/ room
• Dala, Shagufta, Nidhi, Udaya, Nicole
• SUP-remely retarded seniors
• Graphic novels, comics, movies, books, music, people with similar taste
• the concept of Vee
• Freedom
• Loss of it
• Vegetarian food - vada pao, mishti cha in the rain shack, a phuchka wala from Cal

And then some. God, I dunno. Anyway, will be back. Hopefully in one piece.

P.S.> I've been promised a bike ride back home :)