I'm not emo. No, I have no compulsive desire to kill myself( only 2 out of the 5 voices in my head seem to think that is a good idea, so I guess the vote is unanimous), and I'm definitely not getting any piercings done on any part of my anatomy, visible or not. I listen to Evanesence and Breaking Benjamin, but it's just because Amie Lee happens to have one of the most intoxicatingly sweet voices that just melts in your ears and well, the lead singer of BB just happens to be able to shout loud enough to wake the other 5 lazy people in my room at the crack of noon. I know this is cruel, but I just can't stand people sleeping till lunchtime. Coming back to the point, if painted black circles below my eyes and white err...anti-bacterial cream all over my face gave you any other impression, I guess I'm justified when I say I was just trying to imitate the Joker. (Granted the mascara wasn't necessary as after 3 days without sleep, my eye bags have ceased to be an anatomical feature and are gradually assuming the status of an actual piece of luggage!). Among other things I'm not are schizophrenic, crazy, bi-curious and vicious.
To add to my misery( people assuming I'm emo is not exactly something I'd put on my "Things I'm grateful for" list. I mean c'mon! Most of the time I'm like Santa Clause on prozac.....ok, only when I'm drunk...whatever), I'm spending post-diwali sitting in a cyber cafe typing out this post. I don't know if I'm more relieved or disappointed that it's not an iway. Iways wouldn't have screens decaorated with glitter and antiquated monitors largely in need of replacement, would they? Iways would be bigger, better air-conditioned and wouldn't have old people grabbing 10 year olds by the arm and asking "Tomar haath ta eto gorom keno khoka?" Or maybe they would. Hell, what's a 10 year old doing at an internet parlour anyway? Not like his head's gonna reach the monitor...at least that's the assumption I make when I type this out with the guy sitting on a stool right beside me....That and the old guy doesn't understand english...Shit I gotta type fast. I don't wanna be his next victim. I guess I'll just go down a few lines!
Despite going through the trouble of waiting for a good 3 hours outside the class co-ordinator's office for her to get her holy behind into the tiny cubicle, writing out a letter requesting leave, forging my mom's signature on the letter, spending 3 bucks to message something really long to the class co-ordinator requesting her to get her holy behind into the tiny cubicle, and then haggling with the mess officer about how much money I should be refunded for my absence, I find that my 10 day holiday has come to a rather abrupt end. I'll be going back on the 2nd and hell, I don't even wanna pack. I never liked packing. Just looking at that tiny piece of leather accomodating all you're gonna live on for the next few months just turns me off. I got to meet most of my friends this time. I was actually forced to treat for the first time in 5 years today as more than a certain minority remembered that it was my birthday! I'm nineteen and I feel no different. Except that I got a hair-cut and I feel light-headed. It's different....I think I can feel my brain beginning to effervesce. My internet connection at home's gone (Oh the humanity!) and has been replaced by this tata indicom dongle which refuses to log onto a webpage without making me wait 10 minutes. 256kbps my ass! I bursted 78 bombs yesterday and it wasn't as fun as it used to be. I found out I've grown half an inch taller and lost 6 kgs. I feel Radhika has grown half an inch shorter and has gained 6 kgs...atleast. Akhil's got an ear pierced and Barik got fat. Gayatri's still the same, wishing me a day after my birthday as usual. I know that's too much information for one paragraph, but in a nutshell, that's all that's going on in my life right now!
Poets of the fall rock.
Come feed the rain,
Coz I'm thirsty for your love,
Dancing underneath the skies of lust,
Yea, feed the rain, Coz without toiur love my life,
Ain't nothing but this carnival of rust!
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