Just a mirror for the sun
scribbles about a commonplace existence.Archive for boys
Underwear goes inside the pants.
Wow. My sheer stupidity of over a decade is simply freakin stupendous. Such extreme masochism requires some form of extreme therapy, really. Why do I do this? Every single damn situation in my life. It’s so cliche yet the more things change the more the stay the same. You think I would have grown out of this crap by now. Someone fucking shoot me. I will never fucking learn. I give up whining about it, about him, about everybody. It doesn’t matter who it is anymore, if they’re anything like the previous I will just repeat this awful behaviour over and over and then whine about the awful fucktardation of men.
This is also what I get for messing around with stuff that I KNOW has no future. Bah, stupid men… stupid life. I shall go admit myself in a mental hospital now. As usual, the only reason I write is when I’m too irritated to talk which immediately makes me wonderfully less eloquent. Yippee, the little ironies of life. Also, friends are stupid. College applications are giving me heart attacks. And everyone I know is stupid. Especially me. wonderful. Not looking forward to the near future.
…Everyone must die.
The end.
A cross and a girl named Blessed.
Took a short break from the blog due to insignificant PC problems and general disinterest in the net. Anyway, spent a rather interesting week being quite sick. Concert on friday was okay [the little I saw of it.] but that entire evening definitely left something lacking… like Intelligence, perhaps?
The reason I don’t do what I did on friday very often, is because of the sheer lack of intelligence of the company in question. Yes, weed is entertaining, but only so much. And it gets very tiring when that’s the only thing people do around here anymore. Reached the concert less than sober, but managed to make it back home rather safe, with only the feeling of sheer stupidity at hoping for the evening to turn out better when I was perfectly aware of whom I was going with. Anyway, I heard LBG wasn’t great, though I missed their performance. JYG was pretty good. Entire auditorium was pretty much hot-boxed.
Today was fun though. Reminded me of my boys. Played pool and then beach football. Ended up awfully dirty and sweaty but quite happy with self. Though I must admit that I suck at pool. I miss my boys and I miss home! [*sigh*]
Rather weird other relationships in progress. Will keep you updated!
Had a little college scare this morning due to lack of attendance in just one paper [suspicious? i think so. I mean, who lacks in just one subject? Unless the teacher really doesn't like you.] Anyway, dear old HOD [bless her soul] has passed my name for condonation, hopefully should be fine.
Tired of certain friendships and looking forward to a few others. Life progresses. Ça va.
Give me a song and I’ll sing it like I mean it.
Returned from another trip back home and other places. Rather idyllic vacation. Didn’t think perfection was possible, and it wasn’t, but it came pretty damn close. Grandparents are really nice people. Boys are random and weird. Didn’t see who I wanted to, but that’s okay. There’s always other times, other places, other possibilities.
Highly amused at assumptions of assorted family and older people about my love life, slightly worrying though. Amazing conversation with a kindred soul. <3 I love her so. Too tired to elaborate but thoroughly enjoyable couple of days. Yay for my people. 
P.S. : Vira and me have a deal where soon I shall speak hindi to her and she’ll talk tamil to me. [One must aim for the stars to reach the clouds, you see.]
