I'm drinking my fifth glass of juice for the evening and I'm feeling slightly demented. I'm not even trying to imagine my mother coming home and finding three newly-opened juice cartons in the fridge. But that is not the point, the point is that I have been forced to think. We had to submit an assignment for our Rhetoric and Composition course about our writing and how it has changed academically after starting college. So, naturally, I've been going the whole hog and wondering about casual/creative writing too.
Anyway, here are the entries I've made in my diary this past week. There is nothing potentially scandalous in my diary ever. I live the life of a common pebble, which is why I can reproduce the entries here.
What waste of a disclaimer.
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Thursday, 8th January
Muharram. Did nothing all day. Went to uni late afternoonish (deserted,lovely) and played 29, only we walked to 8B to buy the cards and on the way there I fell down. Only I fell in the strangest way - just sank down to my knees all of a sudden, and this man in a pink shirt in front of me got the scare of his life and positively bounded away. I'd like to believe he just started walking faster, though.
Be ladylike, Priyanka. Life is calling where are you, haha.
Friday, 9th January
Found a dusty yellow leaf at Milon da's and tucked it into my shoe after much twirling around. Then lugged it back home in an auto and cleaned it. The leaf, not the auto.
Saturday, 10th January
Ghastly, ghastly Ghajini. Too many kebabs for lunch so was terribly drowsy through it all, staring dull-eyed through all the dishum-dishum. Plus that lattoo lattoo song, dear lord.
Sunday, 11th January
Made it to Shangri-la only to discover later on that I was sitting on my tofu. Rickshaws are spectacles, as affirmed by all the brilliant theories I came up with while riding one back from the baul mela. Only I can't remember any now.
Monday, 12th January
I am not fated to have Lolita returned to me. Er, not in that sense.
Tuesday, 13th January
Have been uber-good all day, attended every class and took copious amounts of notes with a halo over my head. Also went to SBI to find out where the hell my chequebook and PIN are, it's been ages since I was dragged there to open an account. Predictably, went from counter to counter till I was told that they had no idea what was happening, and how dare I suggest that that was exactly the case. Also, prof. walked in on me performing Emosanal Atyachaar outside class, with flourishes and gestures. Why must all these embarrassing professor things happen to me?
Wednesday, 14th January
Fell down again, and my phone came apart in three pieces. Picked myself and the pieces up (orey, what a sentence), climbed into an auto, and put it all back together again (orey, what a sentence).
Thursday, 15th January
To read Homer or Pippi Longstocking? What agony.
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Judging by what I wrote around the same time last year, I've gotten lazier and curter, not to mention crypticer. It's getting to me, isn't It. I'll kill the first person who comments on this post. Advancing for the better, my left foot. I shall go drink more juice now.
1 day ago
7 have survived.:
Mwaha. God shall comment on your first post. There is no way you can kill God.
Besides, I have secret defenses which you cannot begin to conceive.
Writing is emosanal atyachar, and oh boy do we love it. Down another glass of juice.
The word verification demands me to type 'Comod' now.
Pinka. There is a date problem. There are two 12ths. No 11th.
word verification : procante
Oooo I remember that Rhetoric and Composition assignment! I think we had to do it as well.
Splendid diary, by the way. :P
I notice that while everybody else is something else or the other, I am JUST Opaline on your blogroll. Ei chilo tor mone, Piyanka?
(and to match with prayag, my word verification is "synke")
Rhetoric and composition? That just sounds like, well, rhetoric, for gassing.
"FAlling to pieces all the time"
Wonder which song that's from...
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