You've hounded your friends for weeks now.
The pictures have finally reached you.
You've finally made that new album on Facebook.
You've tagged your friends.
And then....
5 minutes later
*Retry* And then...
15 minutes
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
My big, fat, conniving, song writing, sudoku-solving head couldn't come up with a single interesting caption for a single damn photo!
I think it has happened. It's a sign. I know I've hit the bottom.
It's that time in your life when all those girls- in your class, in the corridor, in the canteen, in the quadrangle; girls who cry because they miss their hamster, girls who hug each other because the are hungry, girls who talk like movement of vocal chords is fatal- have finally defeated you.
Seriously how are you supposed to think clever/come up with cool stuff when all you hear is bimbo-talk from 8 am to 3 pm (and sometimes even in your nightmares)?
Dear God,
Do you want to know how my class is?
They dont watch the news.
They dont know what Twitter is.
They think Edward Cullen secretly watches them sleep.
They cant spell "medulla oblongata"
Their favourite word is "awwwwwwwwwww" with exactly that many w's in it.
So let me know when I can hang myself.
Waiting to hear from you real soon!
Sample this:
In creative writing class, we were given the topic "cold nights"
20 among the class of 33 wrote:
"snuggled in a warm blanket... by the fireplace... hot cup of coffee... reading P.S. I Love You/thinking of a special someone"
Yes. I'm starting a campaign to create awareness about the fact that the grey cells in your brain can actually be used.
Sigh..... I miss chaos...
I gotta go find a nice, strong rope.
Oh and one huge request:
Don't ignore my blog. Please.
Without your love and comments, it'll die :'( :'(
I'll write soon.
*The not so great quality of this post must explain what I was trying to say.
