Sunday, January 30, 2011


That's what I do when I skip school. LOL JK, I don't have any classes Friday. But gotta put the getting up at 8 am to attend a mandatory assembly about stuff-that-I really-couldn't-care-less-about, to good use.

So here's to great friends, breakfast at boat basin, and living in The City By The Sea.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

I am in misery.

Yes, those are song lyrics. They also mirror exactly what I feel these days. I'm desperate and confused, though not for the same reasons Maroon 5 was.

And here's something you all should read.

Also, I love my History teacher. He's possibly the coolest above-60-year-old-guy(?) person I've ever met.


I miss Chicago so so SO much, it's just not funny anymore. Not that it was ever very funny, but you know? I miss walking home from school and snow and living next to a K-mart, and 7-11 Slurpees and the best friend that I have added on Facebook but am too fucking scared to talk to because she's a model for Hollister and goes to UIC, and seems to have everything so together, while I have absolutely NO idea where I'll be this time next year.

I keep getting these letters from universities and my Dad gets all excited, asking me what they're saying and I hate shrugging and mumbling something more or less incoherent and changing the subject, because they're NOT acceptances(Nor are they rejections JUST SO YOU KNOW, they're just 'Hey man, we haven't taken a decision on your application yet, but look at this, look what we got! Like it? Eh? Eh? LIKE IT?' IT'S LOVELY BITCHES, NOW HOW ABOUT AN OFFER?).

I hate when people go EF EM EL, EF EM EL, over choti choti batein but abhi, FML seems about right.

Also, I just noticed how my posts repeat at the end, anyone know how I can fix that?

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Who cares if you disagree? You are not me. Who died and made you king of anything?

^ That fellow followers, is my brother's current favorite song. Which means, these days, whenever I'm in his car I have the interminable pleasure of hearing it again and again and again and, well, interminably.

I'm not complaining really, I'd much rather listen to songs about delusional sunsets than ones about people catching grenades and taking bullets straight through their brains. I hate it when I give people all I have and they throw it in the trash too, but really Bruno?

Because I always have a hard time deciding on what to 'title' my posts, abh say they'll just be song lyrics. It'll be my way of making up for the lack of Facebook albums I have, titled 'We hit the flo and shawty got low x 468743432056'.

I realize and am immensely saddened by the fact that I shall probably never have posts titled 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again', 'Lets go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love' and 'I'm a dance floor lover'. But hey, maybe
a post titled 'Tonight's going to be a good night' won't be all that bad. No? Okay.

Also this, it made me laf. Laf and laf and laf. And laf. I'm petty like that. :(

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I gotta pocket, gotta pocketful of sunshine.

I'm back from my escapades and unfortunately (or fortunately, depends on how you look at it really) don't look like this. I meant the blue hair, really.

See the 'A' and think The Scarlett Letter? Don't. Think Easy A. It's for Awesome. THANKS AMNA, APPRECIATE IT.

From today we shall learn how men think they're the boss because they objectify women, HOWEVER it's women who WANT to be objectified in order to control men, so basically we want to be objectified, you objectify and... we win?

Yup. Also, I love Lahore. I love how clean it is, how green it is, and most of all how they have amazing bookstores that are actually filled with people. PEOPLE LIKE TO READ IN LAHORE. How A is that? But what's with all the red brick houses? LUMS was eh, so glad that's not going to be my abode for the next four years.