Sixteen mile long dangling,depressed,deadly randomness.

Like they told us in one of those pseudo film direction classes, you should always start and end with the same thing. They were talking about films, of course, but you see, I have this irritating habbit of drawing parallels between my blog and almost anything and everything possible. I once compared it with a grasshopper and the north star simultaneously.

So I will start with....

If there is anyone out there who can help me with employment, please do. For details, you can always mail me, scrap me, ping me etc.

So life is pretty honey-dripping types sweet and rosy at present, since I am home. I am back to my originally hectic life of waking up in the afternoon for a late brunch, taking full adventage of having an unlimited internet connection  and trying to make friends with the  ants and lizards who are hell bent on sharing my room with me. 

Apart from that I have things to worry about ---->

• Friends who come up with statements like "I want to become a montessory school teacher, that way I wont even have to do a B.ed."  One year back this same person came up with something like "I want to be a free flowing particle in the universe"
• Global warming. No seriously.
• I will call this my "situation". This needs detailed explanation so I might as well should just come out of the bullets mode. Somehow I lose my concentration when writing in the bullet mode. Its like as if the bullets are asking me to bleeding hurry up. This is happening even as I type this line. So well .....

There you go!

Yeah So my situation is that ten months back I kind of did things that I wasn't supposed to do. For example I screwed up my whole perspective towards the male species.

So for that even if a random guy...I mean a non-friend type random guy... comes tells me " Hey, can you tell me what time it is?" or something as basic as "Is this a fast train?"

Suddenly, I start feeling ultra sure that he is talking to me only because he wants to have sex with me. 

I don't know why its like this. Or wait, maybe I do. 

But that does NOT stop me from having fleeting, fluffly, dreamy-eyed, rosy-mushy crushes on people. I mean, imagine! ...amen't I like  WAY too old to have  school-girly crushes?

 So you see, if I am absolutely convinced that all that guys want is sex, then why can't I ...like ...NOT keep falling for people?

Moving on,

My parents have suddenly become very eeriely cheerfull and they kind of have started treating me like a celebrity. Also, they don't fight in front of me, which makes the home atmosphere all the more eerie. Plus I am sure there are ghosts of dead lizards roaming around and worse still lizard ghosts are not confined to the walls..I mean they fly around...like free flowing particles in the universe.

Like I started with something, I will end with the same thing.....

If there is anyone out there who can help me with employment/pseudo-employment and suchlike, please help.