LAME LAZYDAY LISTS
I miss:
- Shayo.
- Sayan.
- My bed being next to the windows in my room (mom MOVED it after the last time i left home)
- Geography class. (yes, right go laugh your asses off)
- Shravanthi M.S. and ICSE Board exams :D
- Watching cartoon network (mom watches soaps ALL bleddy day)
- Pot.
- My guitar.
- Boy.
I want:
- SHAYO TO MOVE TO PUNE REAAAAAAAAALBAD.
- To be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
- Some new books. (i hate ebooks)
- Acrylic paints.
- A wacom tablet.
- A camera.
- A snowglobe to fling at a wall
- To be your dirty little secret.
- Some storage space, goddamnit. (which translates as, a new hard disk, maybe?)
- Loads of plain new wallets i could paint on.
- To write a letter and name it Pop.
- To make a boldly coloured painting and name it Montgomery.
- New Music
- Boy. :(
I Love:
- The smell of paint
- The Book Thief (the book, that is. got hold of e-book yay)
- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory <3
- The Japanese Wife :')
- The idea of killing people.
- The idea of shooting marbles down someone's throat.
- The idea of shooting myself for being unreasonable.
- Boy.<3
I Hate:
- Obsessing.
- Screaming moms.
- Screaming children.
- Screaming me.
- Screaming T.V.
- Lack of Pot.
- Lack of Sneha.
- This
- ( Insert extremely infuriating and saddening shit i will not mention)
- LackofBoyD:
watte
Dear Shravanthi
and i wish you had ONE functional number where i could reach you.
funny thing
anyway, i've decided to dump all shit pictures here, like i had earlier too but then didnt get around to doing it anyway.
let's begin with one catpicture, the only b&w one from the day i visited ishika's house.
OH SHRAVANTHI HAS MADE AN APPEARANCE ON GTALK HOW BLESSED I FEEL so she isnt REALLY dead. so you might expect her to drop in sometime, i suppose. ah.
because.
therefore, i shall flood this place with my random junk instead of letting this blog wallow in self pity (that's MY job, no one can do it better, not even my blog).
few things that have happened.
i've joined a salsa workshop blah first day was good blah blah i cant dance i suck so bad that blah blah blah but at one point of time i used to be real good that's before blah blah blah blah so that and blah and blah blah we don't have boy partners blah blah if you're a boy and wanna join blah blah thanks.
Symbiosis chances have been screwed because i read their mail a day late so i responded two days after the deadline so im not even gonna be considered for shortlisting so THERE goes my dream of taking up graphic design in college.
i have work but too low a morale and blah blah blah to execute anything properly. so blah.
i've lost my respect for a few people and all that's left is dislikage.
some people are good and some people are lucky and some people suck and need to die.
i have photoshop CS4 finally.
i love babrus and he rules and this is absolutely irrelevant.
here is a random something because i was bored and wanted to check out all the brushes i've ever downloaded from people on deviantArt and just fiddle around,really:
yesimcrazykthnx
i sorta like this. but it falls under the tooawful category so its not on the other blog or on dA.
ok?
by the end of this year, i gotta make myself watch a hundred movies. the good the bad and the silly.
no big deal for a normal individual but its always a problem for me, so never mind lets not get into that.
so first job is to jot down the ones i have watched already from the beginning of this year, there's been quite a few.not doing it here, not now. too sleepy.butishallishall.
yesterday
phuchka very awesome.
fatal auto ride+heat.
the discovery of sweatglands.
TONIGHT <3
there are so many things i would like to do before i die, and one of them is surviving this maths (board) exam. far cry.i cant study. im an asshole. get me a gun and i'll shoot you.
there's also lots of other shit. like publishing a book. HAHA YOU HEARD THAT? A BOOK! wouldnt THAT be something?then i can then piss on it! i can then have one solitary copy sold to my mom's second uncle and he'd argue about why i used the word naked in one of the otherwise perfectly sensible poems. oh my god this is going to be fun.
i also want to tell people im really getting married just to see if they'd believe me. i dreamt the night before last that im suppossed to be getting married off to a vaishnav, shaved head, chandan tilak et al. i posted it on my blog and people slandered me because they thought im a muthafucking cunt who would go lie about getting married because really, i dont have a life.
WTF how would they know?! (about me not having a life, not the fact that i was not getting married really because i was, really)it was very disturbing.it made me very sad and i woke up and mom told me i had an exam to give and i didnt believe her. i went into the hall and they told me i could start writing and i didnt believe them.the question paper -well it was a lie and i dont remember nothing beyond.i decided i wont believe anyone.
i also would like to sell this to some brainless git. HAHA i love asima but no one else can and i just wanna prove myself wrong at that.
another thing i'd really like to do before i die is show people how much i hate a lot of things. the amount of hate, i mean. its incredible. its humongous and it can eat 79 elephants and 912 dinosaurs for breakfast.it will be scary. i'd like to do that, yes.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
TODAY IM VERY HAPPY.
my best friend from primary school has finally started using his real name. he's come to terms with it after seventy thousand years of wandering in a sea of pissicular nicks.god it makes me happy enough to admit that i love him. HAHA IN SEVEN DAYS THIS HAPPINESS IS GOING TO MAKE ME PASS OUT AND I WONT HAVE TO GIVE ANY EXAMS ON ACCOUNT OF DEEPINTENSEUNCONSCIOUSNESS.
its building up its building up.
SECONDLY
रोज पाउडर
चमन बहार
MAKES ME HAPPY.
3. IM SCORING WELL IN THE PRACTICALS AND THAT MEANS MY FUTURE KIDS WILL NOT HAVE TO DIE OF SHAME. OH HOW THEY WILL LOVE ME.
FOURTHLY, CHICKEN.
FIFTHLY, RICE.
SIXTHLY, THE TIN DRUM.
SEVENTHLY, THE MOSTER IN MY ROOM THAT ATE THE OTHER MOSNSTERS IN MY ROOM AND I DREW A PICTURE OF THEM ON ONE OF THE 26 FILTERPAPERS I NICKED FROM THE LAB.
HAPPYBIRTHDAY ANURIMA MAY THE BIGMONSTER PROTECT YOU FOR LIFE AND SCRATCH YOUR ARMPITS FOR YOU WHEN YOU'RE LONELY.
-ADD WISHES YOU WANT TO BE WISHED HERE-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa
IM ALWAYS IN LOVE WITH THESE CRAZY FUCKING POETS OR PHOTOGRAPHERS OR ARTISTS FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD WHO DONT KNOW I EXIST AND WILL NEVER TAKE A BATH WITH ME OR BUY ME UNDERWEAR OR SAY HELLO I KNOW YOUR NAME OR FACE OR SMILE OR SCARRED ARM FROM SOMEWHERE! LETS MAKE SOME WAVES TOGETHER.
ARNT WE ALL HUH HUH
THIS IS SAD AND FUNNY. SO SAD AND SO FUNNY. I LOVE THIS WORLD. LETS GO DINE TOGETHER ATLEAST.
100TH POST HOORRAAAAHHHHH
-muahahahahha-
so a while back, over gtalk:
Shravanthi: GUYS ARE JERKS SO HUGE YOU CANT SEE THE SKY
BIG surprise.
anyway.
it's her school farewell day tomorrow, and day after i have mine.
she's cribbing about not having EARRINGS to wear, (and how she was out shopping but got nothing) when i, dear readers, have no blouse, no SHOES, no NOTHING to wear. i had shayontoni lecturing me over the phone for half an hour, telling me what to do in order to look smoking hot and glamorous and insertsimilaradjectiveswhichmayNEVERbeusedtodescribeme. she shrieked at the idea of me going without getting a manicure, WHEN HAHA ive never even had my thicklyforested arms waxed and such. she asks me what shoes im wearing (with a white and blue sari which is gorgeous and, i repeat, has no blouse to go with it YET, mind you :wails: ) and i had no answer and when iasked mom teh same question she yelled for 15 minutes asking me to STFU AND GO SHOP FOR MYSELF IF I CANT WEAR WHAT I ALREADY HAVE WHICH WOULD BE ONE BROWN DR. MARTENS BULKY SANDAL, ONE PAATI GREEN SANDAL, ONE PAIR OF CONVERSE. THE END. SO?
so if you knew me, you'd know i dont give a flying fuck and am just fucking around because i must post something and ruin the 100th post BOOHOO XD
oh so
does anyone want
p.s: since the post had the mention of and a direct quote from my beloved blog partner, dont you DAAAAARE ACCUSE ME OF UNTHOUGHTFULNESS.
girft from uncle lala
:D
iPod classic silver nanananannananannanananhdsfjhs and the first the very fist thing i put into it is charles bukowski short stories. haha :D
HEY HEY HEY ITS A LOVELY DAY
i love you shrav and i'll make you cookies in my next life <3
nobody loves me syndrome.
bari theke palate chai. ki kori ki kori?
Ian Anderson
today's exam was just an attempt by the Higher Power to bring home a very obvious fact.that which i had hitherto been trying to ignore, and some others just havnt stumbled upon yet- i can never in my life study english as a subject. or any other language. never. i cannot write essays. i had 5 optionsand i stared at them for 15 minutes before beginning to write sentences like though he was an old man he was so amazing it was unbelievable. all in the same vein. and then had to give up the paper after filling out half a page with those.
if you think im joking, really you should carry on with your laundry and your record writing or whateverz man.it wont make a difference. it is what it is, and it has shattered my painfully built delusions and that's a good thing.
on a different note, i just realised that pomegranate seeds when chewed on, taste like the smell of this smelly insect that i've grown up calling pendo-poka, because i dont know what it really is called- this weirdass bug(ger) that smells TERRIBLE when anywhere in the room or anywhere within 6 feet of you (or maybe i just have overtly sensitive olfactory glands).
also, about the title.
MAN what does that old man EAT? and there are more reasons as to why this post is called so, related to the first bit of the post itself. i'll obviously keep those to myself anyhow.
OH LISTEN
*drumroll*
MY BLOG PARDNER!
thats because she needs to write to reinvent herself as a well read mongoose that eats its tail bit by bit every 7th day as oppossed to what i said to convince her.
so say hello to wicked (cough) shravvy and OH NOSE SHE HAS POSTED ALREADY
*runs after her with a broomstick*
