Through a field. Into the forest. Get Lost.

Perpetually sleepy. That's me. Or maybe it's a sort of escape from staying awake and having to work on things. Earlier I simply used to kid. Call myself a bean bag and all. But now I really have turned into one. I have people calling me up trying to learn the art of being laid back. I'm not too sure if it's something to be proud of. Certainly not something that'll make my CV look brighter.

Anyway, retarded rain. It's nearing the end of September and it decides to rain. Obviously I'm umbrellaless. And then you know, lonely girl drenched in the rain is like an antique painting in a museum. Stand there and leer and letch. Whose goes what? Assholes.

I dream a lot these days. Day dream. I day dream, I eat, feel sleepy, sleep, sleep-dream, wake up and then continue day-dreaming.

I think I'm going to be stuck all my life. In routines and ruts. Because I'm the kinds who'll slip into a bean bag and sit and stare for hours to come without speaking a word. I'm cool like that. I'd want to be a yellow bean bag for certain.

You know I love to doodle :] that is one thing I can work on at any point of the day. So I doodled that picture up there for Red Bull ! I told my mom it's an assignment from college. Just to shut her up y'know :/ She believed me. She is sweet like that. Aye! Sorry Mom!

Anyway, I got to pack. I'm off to Khandala for the next half of the week with friends for some boring Sociology concerned program. I'm going to put up at a haunted villa :] True. Yes yes, I'm a show off like that.