OMG!!!! i haven't updated allll summer long....i think i'm on serious withdrawl, and since its unlikely that i'll be on withdrawl for anything illegal(or maybe i will), i think that xanga is very much like a drug... seriously:
1) once you start you cant stop and its really hard to do so, even though you'll eventually go back to it(<-- thats me)
2) you feel the secret urge to update constantly
3) i can't think of anything else cause im like on brainfreeze
anywaiz...i just finished my history notes and jeez what a hassle...
it's so annoying having to take notes on EVERYTHING...especially when i feel like need to copy down the entire textbook...
i can't help it...it's like a compulsion(there's a voice in the back of my head saying, "Pssst...write that down and that too, and that entire section, wait what the heck, write down the entire page")
you know what i'm going to do???- i'm going to sell the bazillions of notes I typed for Euro on Ebay...yeah right...if i ever get around to it!!!
I AM A LOSER, i finally admit it, but dont tell anyone...
I complained hie and hoe(It that how you spell that?) about not having a locker...amd once i got one i havent even used it once...how depressing...
i can't seem to allow myself to leave my books in my locker b/c if i do i might forget about them and then never do my hw in that class.
another reason is that i have no life...seriously i did nada this wkend....my mom went out of town and suddenly it was like my dad & i seemed to uncivilize ourselves....we sat around watching movies that weve already seen like a bazillion times (well I also did my hw).
a couple of hrs ago we went and picked up my mom from the airport...
some funny things that happened:
1) it always seems that whenever my dad says something, absolutely the opposite happens...so he was like "we gotta start an hour early cause 285 is going to be totally blocked...don't give me that look...i heard it on the news"...so we started and we got to the airport in a record 20 minutes...there was like absolutely no one on the road...it was hilarious
2) so when we got to the airport we sat in the aitrium...my dad looks at the guy sitting next to us (who was continuously talking on his cellphone) and says "I really hate cellphones b/c they take away face to face communication.....in the olden days....blah blah blah... ppl used to talk to one another."
Me, stupid me, go "But talking to someone you know is better than strangers" and then he goes off on a litany about how in America no one cares about one another and how ive lost all if any of my quote on quote Indian values...huh... the really funny part is that the entire time the guy talking on the cellphone stops doing so and looks at me with a strangely pitying look...i was like man that is really depressing
3) the moment we got home, my mom walked straight to my room and shouted, "WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE, I LEAVE FOR THREE DAYS AND IT BECOMES A DUMP(in Telugu)." It actually looks like a dump cause i have clothes strewed all over the place and books all laid out on the ground...my mom actually found a centipede in there...ewww...it escaped the magazine and its still in my room...ugghh...bugs scare the bajeezus outta me!!!
i am so bored...i think that i'm gonna go watch another old movie con mis padres...how lively and interesting!!
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Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory
Albert Schweitzer (1875 - 1965)
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