Just how many of you instantly feel happy when you see happy?
I'v had a cute little first week of May. I'm finally breathing. In the sense, the head finally feels unclogged. I'v been blogging well, people have been reading my nonsense, I'm at a 249, my blog looks fabulously pretty to me, batchmates are behind my life to link them to my blog (something I refuse to do.) and, I'm just glad April's over. I'm blogcentric like that.
Otherwise, non-blogwise, this week has been so full of drama. Remember, I asked for filmy drama in life? I got filmy drama in life. And then I almost passed out of drama overdose. My blog's magical. The things I write on it dance their way into my life. Say, 6 on 10 times. Am I supposed to be happy about this?
Dear batchmates, if you are reading this, please to shut the tab else elephants will walk and potty all over you on your next trip to Africa.
Do you even realize how important rubber bands are? The whole concept of life and fuckmylife is designed based on the working of a rubber band. Imagine being tied to a band and stretched far out into the Universe and then BOOM, let out. You're going to be thrown up in the air and you will fall right down. Your language, you call it mood swings. Why am I even discussing these things with you?
I found some burnt ash in one of my drawers. That ash they give out in temples? I'v been eating it when bored. God alone knows how safe it is. I'm telling you, I'd go live in a South Indian temple if they allowed me to eat spoonfuls of burnt ash whenever. It's just so tasty.
I feel so old. About to turn 20 in another 3 months. Horrible. x( Who will ever find out if I pretend to be 18 turning 19 for another 4 years? Nobody will. Till then, EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!