Rain

I like rain. It rained a couple days ago so I did what I’ve been wanting to do for the longest time. Well, sort of. I actually want to play football when it’s raining. Maybe with Wolf if I can’t find anyone else. But I did the next best thing. I went to the terrace and sat down smack in the middle of it. That was fun for a while. Then I lay down. It was even better. I was there for an hour. Hoping against hope that it would last forever. It just slowed down and ended though. Damn those unfaithful black clouds!

That was then. Yesterday I discovered that I tend to look around for help when I am subjected to..umm, overt flirting (or whatever it was). I was saved both times but hmm, it was kind of weird. People are nice though. Very protective. Even strangers.

Okay I don’t think any of this would make much sense except to myself so I’ll just stop now. I watched Khuda Ke Liye today. Damn good movie. I’m using the word ‘damn’ too much aren’t I? University starts today. Thanks to my sister I won’t be able to help the PCO. Too damn sleepy to wake up before I absolutely need to for class. Wish the rugby thing holds.

Weird day.

Weird day. Wolf’s gone till tomorrow. Somewhat worried, very much dead.

Too much. Going too fast. Need to slow down? Cool as it is? Over-analyzing? Probably. Chill.

Tear you apart

Adding supporters wrecks your newsfeed. Damn strangers.

Op

I fainted today for the first time AND had fits while I was unconscious and as if that isn’t distressing enough (although it would have been an absolute lark if my immediate and extended family hadn’t talked about it ALL day), I’ve been told not to give blood again! For no good reason that I can think of too. I’ve been donating blood without any fainting spells for eons. Okay, three years, but still!

Ana-mia

I sign in and out of messenger. It’s quick. And painless.

Black Friday

I now have a 1000 things under “All Mail” in gmail. No, that’s not really what I wanted to write about. I am so f-ing mad at so many people. Missed basketball practise yesterday for an Indian movie. Awarapan is a total dud. Even the cinematic experience couldn’t save it. Have a final on Monday. My first ever summer quarter final. Bleh. How long should I wait online for him? 10 minutes are almost over. Fine. He can rot in another one of his non-stop problems. Why should I help! And AT can go throw himself off a cliff. And AN can go f himself!!

…I feel a lot better now :)

Paraskavedekatriaphobia

Stuffed toy fights are the coolest.

Gotta move on/ Won’t you take me to/ Funky town

All this thinking about rejection and solution’s made me remember a dream I had. Dreams are weird. You can dream about someone you haven’t seen in 8 years. You can dream about someone you only saw once way back in your past. You can even dream about people you pass by sometimes but never talk to. You may never dream about the person you think the most about when you’re awake. It’s all very strange.

I dreamt about basketball. Long lines to play basketball. Because I missed practise. But the dream went on after practise to seeing N off and then damn it all, getting into a car with M. N and M, two people I was once very close to but now I haven’t met or talked to or thought about in years.

There are so many people you meet in life. Some you spend hours talking to on the phone. Some who are your tent-mates and closest friends on a trekking trip. Some you sleepover with, watching movies and gorging on food. But so few, so very few who stay on in your life. The important ones fade away into nothingness. The obscure ones become absolutely essential. The ugly ones beautiful and the beautiful ones ugly. The one you cried for because you were so sure he was dying is the one you grow to despise. The intelligent one starts sounding immature. And the childish one, the childish one you want to know forever because he’s all grown up now.  

~ 07/07/07