I am back! Phew! Apologies for my previous post.........
Even though I have just suddenly fallen into the quicksand of work load, I have decided to make up for my callous attitude. Thus, here I am, typing.
As I mentioned in my previous posts, I always think of something and then start typing. But I have been trying this new thing called 'impulsiveness'. Heard about it? Yeah, yeah I am not sounding funny, I know. Anyway, I am experimenting with the theory that when you start to overthink, just stop there and do what you have just been 'thinking' about. All the 'smart people' in the world recommend to think and rethink before a blog post, so as to get the best out. Not working for me. So today, instead of pouring out my words of wisdom and 'intelligent observations', I will go on and on about what happened today, which was quite ordinary, by the way.
I woke up at 7 in the morning. Hit snooze. Woke again at 7:10. Hit snooze again. Finally, my inner voice of reason pushed me out of my bed. If you have snoozed away by this part of the post, please do read ahead. I promise there will be some movement. See, getting up in the morning is the biggest task of the day for me. What? I sleep late, VERY late. Remind me one day, I'll tell you what it feels like to be an owl.
Then I dragged myself to do the regular things, you know, brushing eating, showering... lets not get into that. By 9, I was in college. Look look, not late! Wow!
So then classes.... english literature, psychology, journalism...yeah these are my main subjects. I took a vow to never miss the classes again. Seriously, I don't like the clueless me. It makes me prickly. I blabbered throughout the day about something or the other. That is what I do. Just imagine what cacophony I go through. A talkative mind with an oddly talkative mouth. Bad combination.
To increase this misery, I happened to travel back home in an auto where the driver thought that he had the best taste in music. He blasted blah music all the way home. I guess I am half deaf by now. At last, I reached home. At this point people say, "home sweet home", but none of that sweetness for me. I have work to do. God help me. Alright I have to go sigh in an overly dramatic way before I go neck deep in the quicksand of work.
BUT wait! I promised some movement....promises-shromises, HA!
I guess I'm not mentally fine yet... Anyway, some highlights of the day:-
- My friend braided a beautiful French-braid for me. Sweet, Kushmi!
- I learnt that Shakespeare had a drama queen in his head. But the man was a genius! It takes talent to be able to convert the drama queen drama into a plot with sort of rhythmic prose.
- My dad brought back a pretty new top from Kolkata.
- I found that first-born children supposedly have higher I.Q's. Yay for me sis!
- It rained. Glorious rain from heaven!
And that is what happens in an ordinary day in my life. Tell me what happens in yours. See ya'll, bye!
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Even though I have just suddenly fallen into the quicksand of work load, I have decided to make up for my callous attitude. Thus, here I am, typing.
As I mentioned in my previous posts, I always think of something and then start typing. But I have been trying this new thing called 'impulsiveness'. Heard about it? Yeah, yeah I am not sounding funny, I know. Anyway, I am experimenting with the theory that when you start to overthink, just stop there and do what you have just been 'thinking' about. All the 'smart people' in the world recommend to think and rethink before a blog post, so as to get the best out. Not working for me. So today, instead of pouring out my words of wisdom and 'intelligent observations', I will go on and on about what happened today, which was quite ordinary, by the way.
I woke up at 7 in the morning. Hit snooze. Woke again at 7:10. Hit snooze again. Finally, my inner voice of reason pushed me out of my bed. If you have snoozed away by this part of the post, please do read ahead. I promise there will be some movement. See, getting up in the morning is the biggest task of the day for me. What? I sleep late, VERY late. Remind me one day, I'll tell you what it feels like to be an owl.
Then I dragged myself to do the regular things, you know, brushing eating, showering... lets not get into that. By 9, I was in college. Look look, not late! Wow!
So then classes.... english literature, psychology, journalism...yeah these are my main subjects. I took a vow to never miss the classes again. Seriously, I don't like the clueless me. It makes me prickly. I blabbered throughout the day about something or the other. That is what I do. Just imagine what cacophony I go through. A talkative mind with an oddly talkative mouth. Bad combination.
To increase this misery, I happened to travel back home in an auto where the driver thought that he had the best taste in music. He blasted blah music all the way home. I guess I am half deaf by now. At last, I reached home. At this point people say, "home sweet home", but none of that sweetness for me. I have work to do. God help me. Alright I have to go sigh in an overly dramatic way before I go neck deep in the quicksand of work.
BUT wait! I promised some movement....promises-shromises, HA!
I guess I'm not mentally fine yet... Anyway, some highlights of the day:-
- My friend braided a beautiful French-braid for me. Sweet, Kushmi!
- I learnt that Shakespeare had a drama queen in his head. But the man was a genius! It takes talent to be able to convert the drama queen drama into a plot with sort of rhythmic prose.
- My dad brought back a pretty new top from Kolkata.
- I found that first-born children supposedly have higher I.Q's. Yay for me sis!
- It rained. Glorious rain from heaven!
And that is what happens in an ordinary day in my life. Tell me what happens in yours. See ya'll, bye!
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wow dat was ur ordinary day! it sounded pretty exciting.
ReplyDeleteOh really? I hope you are joking.
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