Not the 100th post.

So, look who's ridiculously bored. Look who also cannot use Photoshop anymore. Look who has, however, finally learnt how to do the stupid sunrays thing.

I need a lot of things and one of them would be something i already have but cannot consume because im at home. I have a new harddisk, and a new skirt. It is very fulfilling to have yourself given a back massage and I need fulfillment of just that craving right about now.I dont need to get into crabby mood and suddenly, ranting seems to be getting me closer to one of those moods.
Should stop and will.

story of our lives.

in college library, pandering bruised hopes (or, pumping them up for no good reason) using lame tarot readings as a means.

this is us, deal with it.
"Will i be able to rest my head in his collar bones, and breathe in peace?"

&

"will my warm, sweaty hands find his magical fingers without hers in between?"


OMMA-GOD.

BECAUSE i have to write more because somebody just asked me to, here it goes. sudfhgldlfrweiujtsklhfkjsdg jhsdfghsdgsghdsa
AND HERE IS THE SOMEBODY APOLOGISING FOR MY VERY STONED FRIEND...! YES WE ARE PATHETIC BUT HEELLOOOOOOOO.... WE ARE STILL REAL.... YOU DONT KNOW SHIT..! BLAH@!
^

lameeyebrowwomansucks.

GET A PRO ACCOUNT?

SUDDENLY, I LAND INTO THIS BLOG AND FIND THE BACKGROUND PICTURE GONE! and in its place there's tiles of annoying blue .. thing saying PHOTOBUCKET ACCOUNT EXPIRED! RENEW TO A PRO ACCOUNT oh gimme a break what is going ON here?


so that explains the change in the blog layout. am gonna make sure i get a hot, kitsch one as soon as i can cool my head down about this, yo.

ze curses.

you KNOW what.

THE THING with me being in a cold war. IS THAT I CANNOT GO THROUGH WITH THE STUPID THING. WHY, you ask? Shouldn't it be the easiest thing to ignore someone?

well NO.

if it WAS easy to ignore someone i wouldn't ever talk to them ANYWAY which JUSTSORTA JUST rules out the option of a cold war ANYWAY.

which means i should get with doing the apologising, yes? NO. i apologise way too much, i shall not this time. which leaves me in World's Most Desirable Position Numero One : The person who's obssessing about a cold war gone cold and mostlyonlyplotting to strangle other person in aforementioned cold war but will NOT due to the fact that all the attention showered on opposing party will force their head to a size declared unsafe by an UN peace treaty WHICH will in turn lead my strangulation tendencies to increase 17 fold.

The BEST part being, now all the frustration has nothing to do with the actual reason why the whole thing started (which continues to be a mystery, i assure you), and everything to do with the fact that i'm bored and have noone to talk to, and it's not WORTH not being on non-speaking terms with someone - that's just a waste of someone with whom on a perfectly normal day i COULD be speaking to.

Is this even making sense anymore?

because.

shravanthi has abandoned not only this blog, but also severed all ties with me it seems. i have no idea why else we haven't talked in any way in over a month.
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. the end.

i have very finally officially totally LOST IT.
last night i dreamt of SUMIT (hotness) SHARDA.
my relassunsip/fransip with this guy had been 4 years of utter confusion and weirdity and HILARITY.we were both young andstupid, and the whole story is long winding and exceedingly boring for the thirdperson. so that's all the background i can provide, but three ( no ok, 2.5?) years of no MEMORY of that creature and suddenly, BAM. he features in one of the longest dreams i've ever had (and of which i remember very little now).

what does it do to me?
OH i'll tell you exactly what. with my eco board exam scheduled for tomorrow, and an absolutely untouched ecobook with 24 chapters lying forgotten, i spend the night going crazy over the fact that the landline numbers of siliguri mustve changed. DAMNIT.
AND THE ONLINE DIRECTORY WONT OPEN. I DONT EVEN KNOW IFIT WOULD BE ANY GOOD.
but wow.
should i be pushed off a cliff or WHAT?

EDIT: i was not to be snubbed by cruel technology. i DID manage to get to the online directory, and the number is exactly what it used to be since i'd memorised it, and STILL it wont work.

again, kill me, please.

RE-EDIT: what do they do? do theyeven keep the reciever where its suppossed to be? why do they HAVE a phone and if they dont WHY is it on the DIRECTORY?!

nobody loves me syndrome.

shala keu kichu bole na amay. shob jaanoar. crush holeo joto obscure weird cheleder opor hoe,ANYTHING but available, each. emon bhabe bolchi jeno koto hajar ta hoyeche anyway (crush). ki kori? phlunk korchi.pora shona e jeebona hobe na. ki kori?
bari theke palate chai. ki kori ki kori?

Oh My very nice nails.

Oh iamNOTgiving in my slam book because you know WHAT the last thing i need is for SOME JERK OF MINISCULE MENTAL CAPACITY WITH A SORRY EXCUSE FOR THE LITTLE grey cells having a fit of MONUMENTAL ego and pride and vanity all waiting to revisit or no THEY NEVER LEFT NOW DID THEY and go "ooh look at me, i'm famous" JUST because we still remember yes man we still DO REMEMBEROKAY.so go chew an onion.

and icouldnotwouldnot be able to stand it.no.
so.

oh, did i mention? my nails are nice.
iron deficient whiteness look pretty with juust the right glittery clear coat *bwhahahah* :P

i'm modest, yes. :D