Eighty two.

Another very random, extremely useless and totally unnecessary blog update. Nothing has changed since my last post. My life is all very perfect except for the problem that is and is slated to be and is totally destined to be, the excess flab on my tummy. No seriously, post the attainment of my contact lenses, I am like so totally wallowed up in self admiration. You just have to see me seeing myself in the mirror.THEN, you'll understand.

Okay, so I've unjoined the Gym. :-|

I can't wake up in the morning and walk to the gym and then look at all the instruments and then keep thinking about exactly how much of my parents' money I am wasting, coz clearly, I am not at all worried about me having excess fat on my thighs or arms, or wherever, I just need the abdomen cruncher.Then the gym instructor wouldn't let me ignore all the other machines and just work on the cruncher and then....you know what? I am gonna spare you the details. I unjoined. Period. Poof.

I am planning for a liposuction very pretty soon. Like after fifteen years or something.Till then, I am gonna avoid looking at my myself in the mirror, and just dream about the fantastic good-looker that I will turn into, post the liposuction, of course.

Shit, what is with me? What am I talking about?

The fat on my tummy.
Yeah, so I was watching some flick starring Hillary Duff, and my mother just had to shatter my two-hour long daydream based on how I would look If I had a flat abdomen and a spectacular wardrobe like Hillary's , by saying something terribly sad.Something on the lines of how-good-I-would-have-looked-had-I-been-thin-specially-so-because-
I-am-taller-than-the-average-bengali-girl.

So I scared her off with my liposuction plans.

Tomorrow is the very important national level entrance test date.
I am not bothered.I mean I am gonna go and sit for the exam, but thats about it. Nowadays I've really been thinking about how I go on wasting my parents' money.Anyhow this is the last time.I am gonna be a very responsible person hereafter.


So let me tell you about my reading-room experience.

The reading room is that place in college where people from our department often go, when

a] They are avoiding someone.{coz, you know thats one place where people will never look for you..}

b] They are feeling very hot. {the room is air conditioned}

c] They want to sit and observe people in general and also prepare for an upcoming life-altering presentation, by reading two very different books simultaneously, i.e, one para from bookA and then one para from bookB. {I am afraid, this last option might apply just for me}

So, the reading room incharge was behaving wild that day. I entered the room with a guy, who I know for only three days and with who, for fairly unsolicited reasons, I feel uncomfortable.

Exactly why I ended up with him in the reading room is a vastly fulfilling story in itself. Some other time.

So the incharge plain started shouting at us just as we were trying to look for a seat.He implied something like, students [couples] always sit at the back and coochie-coo and how HE as the INCHARGE will NOT let something like that happen, that too EARLY in the morning.

So after having been shouted at, we sat down. I planned on carrying out my plans of the aforementioned preparation for the presentation agenda, BUT the incharge kept on shouting at other people and threatened to take all of us to the principal's office if even one of us uttered even a single word.Now these are the kind of people who intimidate me severely by reminding me of my P.T teacher in school, which I tell you, is NOT a pretty memory.

So, after a fairly short time, "pin-drop silence" reigned supremely glorious in the reading room and I am sure the incharge felt supremely self-important and fulfilled after an early morning success story. Only, all this was shattered by me.

Thing is, just as the bell rang, the hyper-excited person with extremely uncontrolled nerves that I am, I jumped up and the thick wooden chair that I was sitting on, got affected by falling down. The chair fell and shattered the hard earned silence, plus each and every one in the reading room including the incharge was looking at me like as if I were some alien.[Not that its a bad thing,though,being an alien] So shivering with nervousness, I pulled up the chair and mumbled a fairly incoherent "sorry sir". At that, the incharge gestured with his fingers and called me, I went to him goody-two-shoes. The following conversation took place:

Incharge: Why are you so excited?

Me: I am not excited Sir, I am nervous.

Incharge: Ok, why? You have an exam?

Me: {hah!} A presentation, Sir.

Incharge: ok, just be cool! you know what I mean? just be COOL.

It was then that I realized, that 94.5687 % of my problems persist because I am always so jumpy.



To think of it, the presentation got canceled.