Thursday, March 23, 2006

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

My classes are horrenduous. And that's an understatement. Here's proof. These are a small sampling of my thoughts during a tortuous two-and-a-half-hour lecture this afternoon:

Is it only me or do you feel like standing up and doing a weird voodoo dance just to infuse something interesting in this load of bulls***??!
What if I just stand up, scream "EUREKA!!!!", slap the prof and stomp out of the class doing a weird ogre imitation??!
Like I care about you or your stupid dripper attachments.
I don't care. Sorry. Couldn't care less. Can't. Won't. Never. Never ever. EVER.
I hate all this crap.
I had a better f***ing time watching
The Mummy in Hindi.
It's amazing how he manages to surpass himself each time. Boring. Dead boring. Boring the daylights out of me. Boring the freaking daylights out of me. F***ing boring the f***ing living daylights outta the f***ing place. And so it goes. And its worse. And even worse. Oh, how I could go on. And on. And on....Aaaaaaaargh......

You can actually see it go from bad to worse!!! Lol....

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Half my life I find myself shut (voluntarily or otherwise :D) in weird coloured rooms which induce claustrophobia the minute I notice them, with the horridly clashing, if existent, furniture and colour sense. I spend most of my time in a dirty (by choice...lethargy rather) white room with (brace yourself) a bright lavender door and closet. Another major portion I spend in a cream (ahhh!) coloured room with red flooring, maroon curtains, and, oddly enough, windows that are painted a strange bright green. Maybe these guys at the administration are actually government officials with covert orders to kill us. Maybe people do, in some other dimension, go colour blind (and die) due to ridiculous colour clashes.