Sleepy stars woke up with a jerk.

OHMYLORD, I am alive.

I had one fabulous week. I'v been meeting way too many people. More than what my brain's manual recommends, but, whattodo? All adorable people they were!

Then, today, one moment I am blissfully hopping and skipping around in the corridors of my college, wearing a super over sized tee shirt that had a life size caricature of a Baywatch type guy on it with the word 'hunk' tattooed across his biceps (Oh, not to tell the mother, but I shop from the men's section all the time.), the second moment I get a call and LO! I find out they wanted me to come for an interview :| I mean, an interview in those beggar like clothes with a jhola?

Yes, that picture up there. That same guy.

I went anyway. And the awesomesauce that I am, they asked me to join tomorrow onwards :D

So, tee or no tee, brains + awesomeness wins over beauty. Yes, yes, grapes are axetremely sour when you see your neighbor eating them.

But, I'm hunk-y like that. *chuckles*

So, basically, I am back to having a workplace. Which means, double bitching, triple fun, fourple urge to blog.

Also, even though I am no big fan of friends in general, I think mine are too good to be my friends. They email me their assignments just so that I can copycat it when I go past deadlines. They are awesome.

SO, ARE YOU HAPPY FOR ME OR ARE YOU HAPPY FOR ME? :]

PS: Did you know that waking up to a nightmare leads to me having a fabsexulous day? Does that happen to you too?