Posts Tagged ‘melodrama’

wakin-dreamI hope you lot have read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, because today I have been doing what I think Christopher meant by “doing groaning”.

This is creepily close to EXACTLY how I feel.

This is creepily close to EXACTLY how I feel, not to mention sodarnedcute!

WHY am I doing groaning? Because college starts tomorrow. And this is a Very Bad Thing because:

1. I can’t wake up at 10:30 a.m. anymore. In fact I have to wake up at six. If that doesn’t move you to tears, consider yourself dead inside.

2. College will most likely be rubbish because ‘sources’ tell us that the teachers are 100% pure crap (and this wouldn’t be a bad thing at all if it wasn’t for the fact that there is NOTHINGELSETODO at this college. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that I have Lucid for company, I might have shot myself by now).

3. I will be back at around 5:30 p.m. (traffic permitting). This means that I will have precisely enough time to eat and- get this- STUDY before I go to bed. This because I noticed a little clause on ‘daily evaluation’ on one of the forms I had to fill in prior to admission, meaning we’ll have to study every-damned-day.And then, it’ll be time to go to bed (which I MUST do if I want to attend the first half of the course at all.Sigh.).

So, basically, at this moment I am faced with a Decision: 1)Have A Life (or) 2)Go To College. Not that I really have a choice, of course.

4.Also: I could catch Swine Flu and DIE. (I don’t actually believe this.Anything to elongate this list, though.).


What’s even more annoying is the fact that I’ve finally written a post, the tone of which is NOT verging on desperate and WE ARE DONE WITH NaBloPoMo.

I defy you to deem this situation unworthy of doing groaning. In fact I’m of the opinion that failing to do groaning would be an unforgivable negligence of duty.

P.S. : 1.Of course, I will keep a nice positive, open mind and probably moan some more give you a less prejudiced report tomorrow.

Wish me luck.Sigh.

2. I also found this:

How true!

How true!

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Thaa..t’s me (Score to self for the rhyme!) !

“A little bit of industry is just what this soul needs”..that’s what you thought right? Well, I was right there with you.Until now.Judging by the lousy week I’ve had, though? Industry = BAD.It equals just asking for trouble.If you go to Vidya Mandir* (there, I’ve said it!) , anyway.Remember that post on Women? I bet you thought I was just ranting about one such female, one little incident somewhere along the way that scarred me for life.. No such luck, however.The Gentler Sex seems determined to enforce my observations.This week for instance :

I was appointed Art Director for this play we’re performing, Saturday. Equals good, right?


Because of the natural females-politics affinity.

First, this woman asks me to be the Art Director.She says : Design the sets.What do I do? Design the sets.And then she says: start working on it.I’m working on it.And THEN.. she says I haven’t done anything at all towards the creation of a set and so I go in the trash can so she can find herself a shiny, new Director(so to say).Of course, this I hear only from gossiping juniors.


That is all I ask. OK, it’s not – I have a whole frikkin’ list, actually, but still.Just why is it so utterly, impossibly unthinkable to just come, tell ME if she thinks I’m not doing what I am not paid to do I should be doing ? And in my defence, I have actually been working on it.Most days, there are more active sloths than yours truly but I have been doing everything I can with available ‘crew’ (for lack of a better word) and material.In fact, some other people (outside of our cast) actually appreciated it. The aforementioned sow , though? She thinks ‘the wood kind of looks like it has little bugs on it’ (in reference to the wood-pattern). In her defence (yes, in my head, I actually defend the guilty party ,also) someone from our cast thought it was ugly (in not so many words, but still) , too. Now, generally, I like constructive criticism (much better than gushy complimenting) but this, when TO MY FACE.I absolutely do not appreciate learning from other sources of my ‘incompetence’.

Result : 1) I thoroughly regret agreeing to it at all.All play, no work suits me just fine (sorry, Jack**).

2) I hate school and, more importantly, the people in it even more.Which is sad because I didn’t think there was room for any more hate in that direction.

3) I am (possibly) no good at drawing things other than noses, too.Thanks, Life.It’s been a pleasure.

A while back, this kid at school made a speech during the assembly – something about having to trust the world anew everyday although it shatters that trust every single time.I thought it melodramatic at the time but there’s nothing like a little dose of school to cure such idiocy.

That will be it, for now.Stay tuned for further pleasant musings.

*The school I attend.

** ” All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy; All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy “.

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