The Pseudo-Intellectual Diaries

I fucking hate napping during the day. I always wake up all grumpy and my eyes feel like they're stabbing themselves with rusty knives and...aargh.

Plus I've noticed I'm more likely to nap during the day if I'm angry about something or with someone. Yeah, it makes no sense to me either.

"I hate your guts, so, fuck you, I'm...napping? WHAT?"

*rubs at eyes*

ETA:

Okay, I was talking to my Dad about how I can't decide what fruit is my favourite(Grapes or Bananas), and I asked him what his was, to which he replied, "Chikkus". And now I'm wondering what YOUR favourite fruit is, so...tell me? :D

Those Airtel ads with Vidya Balan and Madhavan are so fucking cute they make me want to kill myself. Seriously. I almost always end up shrieking, "OMG AWWW", which has led to my brother changing the channel the second they come on. Or pre-emptively bracing himself for the inevitable squealing.

They need to stop with the twu wub and cuteness, honestly. It's much too much to bear, damnit.

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

And now I'm going to bed. Night, everyone.

I was supposed to get my hair cut today. But it's already today and I'm still in my PJs and all meh and non-thinky. I would imagine that being thinky would be a mandatory requirement when you're about to get your haircut, or it would lead to something like my short hair/vague-boy-cut obsession from the time I was in school. Which is just, no. I should post pics, yeah?

I made a deal with this guy I'm interning with that we'd both get our hair cut today. ONLY HE'S A BOY AND IT BARELY COUNTS RIGHT?

OR I could get of my arse, insert my brain in and get it cut and be all nice and normal looking.

What do I do- unkempt, I-don't-care how I look Sushmita or (potentially) nice, normal looking Sushmita?

Decisions, decisions.

COMPLETELY OT:

Also, I like Chris Brown. There, I said it. And now I'll just stand here in my Corner of Shaaaaaaaame. :\

But he loves Rihanna and she seems very fun and just bitchy enough to be awesome to hang out with and he is fully all pseudo-soulful and I-WILL-LOVE-YOU-4EVA in all his songs (which are all written for me, of course)!

*corner of shames*

I've been spending all my waking hours watching Bones and Ugly Betty since my holidays began. Alright, I started off with Ugly Betty and then discovered Bones, in whose favour I cold-heartedly ditched Betty. It's fantastic- and the second season starts today on TV, but I'm well ahead already. Hurrah for downloading.

My internship starts soon, and I'm very nervous. but excited too. I like what I'll be doing and I know I'm not terrible at it, but I really, really hope that all the smart, grown-up people I'll be working with won't think I'm an idiot. *chews on nails*

So, for all the HP fanfolk- I know a lot of you like Marauder-era stories, and here's a prequel-ish sort of thing that JK Rowling wrote herself. EXTREMELY FUN. I kind of really, really wish that she was writing it for realsies. (Just click on "Read our author's stories" on the bottom-right and then pick JK Rowling...there's also stuff from Nick Hornby, Neil Gaiman and Margaret Atwood amongst others)

Bones is slowly consuming my life. For example- It's about 3:10 p.m. now, and I've yet to bathe. I could use the excuse that I had a shower last night before going to bed so it isn't that terrible, really, but...yeah. Still. This show is awesome- I love the strange, geeky, unsociable characters and the sexual tension between the leads is AWESOME. I'm such a sucker for anything with palpable sexual tension. LAMESAUCE.

God, I love JK Rowling. Look at this speech she gave at Harvard. I'm considering downloading the mp3 to put on my iPod because I like how she talks about how you don't always have to be fantastic after you graduate. I think I'm very much heading towards not being fantastic which scares me, of course, because I think almost everyone I know is starting off with these wonderful post-grad degrees or jobs or just seem to have some sort of direction to their lives, whereas I...don't. "And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life." YES. I have to write this and put this up on my wall or something. I have to learn to remember that if I fail at something or don't do it very well, it isn't the end of it all and that I shouldn't give up, but just use this an opportunity to start over again and do better. Oh, alright, I'm going to stop sounding like a motivational speech. But, honestly, wouldn't you be scared if you felt you were going no where and didn't have any idea as to what you wanted from your life?

And, finally, this game made me go, "Oooooh." My brother says this is because I enjoy games that are meant for children between the age of one and five, but...SHUT UP TETRIS CAN BE AWESOME OKAY. And this game is even easier...but with music! And colours! I am very easily amused.

LULZ:



Also, ladies, you're so welcome.

I'm so sick of educated, well-traveled, open-minded(or so they would like to think) people saying they aren't sure how they feel about legalising gay marriage and/or repealing the sodomy-is-an-unnatural-act law, because they feel it's "against our culture" or that "we aren't ready for it".

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise equal rights got in the way of your cultural sensibilities. Do carry on being an idiot, then.


(Disclaimer: I've probably missed a thousand nuances, tiny details or big glaring, obvious details here, but I'm rather annoyed with something that someone said a while back and even more annoyed that I wasn't more forceful/insistent with my replies to their comments instead of trying to be polite/nice. ARGH.)

( The whole thing )

This was sort of accurate actually. Especially the bit about having ideas and implementing them but not enjoying implementing the mundane, everyday details. I need minions for that!

I don't know about this, however-

If the spontaneous idealist has just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and his new partner is showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for him once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for him so that many spontaneous idealists slip from one affair into another.

I tend to be pretty intense with my emotions, but they aren't insane and over-the-top like that. If the rest of my more platonic relationships or relationships with my family are anything to go by, it tends to be pretty steady with bursts of intense affection on a regular basis.


And another meme, but this isn't about me, me me, so please do participate. I nicked this from august_showers, and I got some great music from her, sooo...okay, I'm shutting up now-

Rules:
1. Reply to this post and assign me a letter
2. I'll list and upload 3 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post these instructions in your journal and spread the music love.

I usually use mediafire*, so tell me if you would prefer having me use something else/better.

(*Right, Mediafire hasn't been working for me as far as downloading goes, of late. It starts downloading fine, reaches 99.99% complete and then just...stops. EACH AND EVERY TIME. Is this happening to anyone else? Do you know how to fix it? Or does Mediafire just hate me? We used to so good together, but now...*silent tears*)

ETA: I just realised how completely thick I sound with the whole Mediafire thing. I should probably clarify that no one else seems to be having this problem, but if you'd rather I use something else, just say so.

Look, you fucking bastards who drive on the streets of Bangalore, what in the world is wrong with you all? IT IS NOT COOL OR MANLY OF YOU TO BE IDIOTIC AND CUT PEOPLE OFF/HAVE NEAR-ACCIDENTS OKAY? It does not make ANYONE think that you must have the most fantasmogorical job, or excellent shags every night or a bigger penis. I can't tell if you were ALL born stupid or it's the water here, but fucking hell...stop it, stop it, or I'll make you stand in the corner, face the wall and think about what you've done for 30 minutes. I will make you do it, do I look like I'm fucking kidding you?!

Seriously, I'm going to roll down my window and ask you why you thought that nearly causing an accident was the most stellar idea you've had and that it should be implemented at once. No, really, share the thought process with us, so we get it too and can partake in the awesomeness that is you. Arsehole.

THE RULES AREN'T FUCKING THERE FOR DECORATION.

YOU ARE NOT A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE.

YOU DON'T GET TO DRIVE IF YOU CAN'T BEHAVE LIKE AN ADULT.

My god, all of the above should apply to your Life, but we'll start small and stick to just driving for today, okay?

ETA:

Completely unrelated, but, I need to ask people who would know and also, I think it is more important than my burning rage etc etc.:

1) Is it necessary to be gay to have gaydar?

2) What would your thingy for weeding out who's gay and who's not be called if you weren't?

OMG MY VAGINA JUST DIED OF JOY

Seriously, you guys. My life isn't going to get better than this, I may as well off myself.

( But I'm doing memes instead. )

My face is constantly like D: D: D: these days. Argh, I need hugs.

I'm so, so tired today. College is chewing me out. And it isn't going to end until July. Oi.

Post anything that you want (in comments), and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

It'll be hilarious (in a not-so-hilarious way) if no one does this now.


ETA:

How did your day go?

What did you have for dinner?

And what do you plan to do tomorrow?

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So tired. Like so, so tired, you will not believe. I just want to crawl into bed and doze off while watching the telly(why yes, I am actually 74 years old), but I'll get yelled at if I don't have dinner.

Meh.

Still haven't finished my DPC Submissions. To top that off, I don't even have all the material I need. Will have to go to a mate's place to get it and possibly xerox it and then copy it all out. OI.

Dear Future!Sushmita, if you're reading this, I hope you hate yourself quite a bit now. HAHA.

Oh, shut up.




Dear msmoocow,
Thank you muchly for the music. I'll be reciprocating in kind. Soon. I SWEAR. Feel free to send me capslocky!rage mails until I do so.
♥,
Me.

Fantastically behind on everything to do with schoolwork. Awesome possum. Future!Sushmita is so going to regret this. [Dear Future!Sushmita, if you're reading this, I hope you hate yourself quite a bit now. HAHA.] On the other hand, I'm very pleased with how level-headed and mature I've been coming off for the last few days. Have been told that I am excellent person to go to for advice. Which, you know, is good...in case I need advice. In the future. I'll just ask myself. Okay, then. Another thing I'm rather smugly self-satisfied about is that I randomly decided to be friendlier to everyone in college this year and so have made some new friends. I had sort of forgotten how much I liked people who were different from me, because I (dorkily) get all excited when someone views things differently than I do and doesn't mind discussing it to death. Plus, dudes are fun to hang out with because of how chilled out and hassle-free. This doesn't mean that girls aren't, but, yeah. Mellow-Dudeness is a different kind of chilled-out-y-ness.

American Idol is playing on the telly- and I can't even see it, but it's still annoying the heck out of me. The only LOL moment for me was when they found out that this one guy was a stripper for a ~primarily male clientele~ and all I could think was, "OMG PICS AND FANFIC PLS". I'm sure there are enough of each out there. I'm being all elitist here, which is good because everyone can have a good laugh at this next bit- I think I'm a little addicted to MTV Roadies. I know, I know. I'll give you some time to snigger, okay? Okay.

Are you done then? Good.

Seriously the gross pettiness of it all, the stupidity of almost every single person on the show- the DUN DUN DUNN music that is constantly playing...all of it is so, so bad, but so, so good to watch. Like crack. Not that I would know what crack is like, but if I was imagining crack I would imagine it to be like MTV Roadies. I don't know, you guys, I'm a little out of it right now. I think the bit that amuses me the most is that all the dudes are mostly o_O while the girls bitchfight to the fullest possible extent they can. I mean, honestly, it's like a full on Telugu serial, claws-bared, scratch your face, pull your hair catfight. Way to perpetuate that idiotic stereotype, ladies. Honestly, you could just band together and let a chick win this, but, no. All of you have to go and act like douchenozzles while all the dudes end up looking oh-so-levelheaded and sane.

Anyway, tomorrow, I will:
Finish DPC Submissions.
Crack open and read through Business Law stuff.

Pinkie swear. Pinkie. Swear.

Dear Self,

Stop talking about starting to study and actually start studying plz. Also, stop talking to yourself, it's tiring. Stop thinking so much. Just...stop. Breathe. Okay. Go to your happy place. No, you can't happy dance. No, really you can't. OMG YOU ARE TALKING TO YOURSELF AGAIN. IN A LETTER TO YOURSELF. WTF.

Best,
Self.


Dear Everyone In Bangalore Who Drives,

DIE DIE DIE

A Bucket of FLAMING FLAMES,
Me.

E to the T to the A:

MY ORKUT PROFILE: "Erm, female law student. Is generally cranky unless you give her food or books. If you're stupid she'll hit you.

Apparently, also enjoys talking about herself in third-person. Sigh.

ETA: You'd think this would be pretty frigging obvious, but I guess not. Don't add me, scrap me or send me a message unless I know you. Honestly, what makes you think I'd respond in any fashion to random strangers coming up to me and going, "Hai, do you wish to make franship?""

EMAIL: "Hello sushmita,

Hammad Khan ([his e-mail. Contains the words "wtz in name"]) has requested to be your friend
on orkut."

ME: "WHAT. THE. FUCKITY."

HAMMAD: "WAT CAN I SAY
I'M JUST THE BEST ........
WAANA B FRNDS?
I WANNA B UR FRND!
SO..........................
B WID ME!
I M A COOL guy TO HAV FRNDSHP WID!"

Seriously, guys, just kill me now and get it over with.

On the way back from the gym. This is one of the nicest roads to walk down in my neighbourhood. Though, I have to admit, the neighbourhood I live in is very nice for things like walks and senior citizens.

Also that purplish thing-y you see right below the tree isn't litter that's been caught in said tree but a man walking in the street holding an enormous stick. Yeah.

The End.

- The worst person to be annoyed at any point of time is yourself. You just come off as rather odd bitching yourself in the parking lot. I'm just saying.

- I have the beginnings of a cold and am now a mouth-breather. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I'd much rather have a cough even though my ribs/chest hurt like a mofo everytime I attempt to hack my lungs out.

- I get along with a lot of people, but actually liking them to the extent that I don't mind hanging out with them on a regular basis without getting irritated is a whole other story.

- I'm rather smart.

- I dumb.

( Stop! It's Meme Time! )

After you die... Parallel Universe After death, you will continue to exist as if nothing has ever happened. You will continue to be yourself, but because you are in a parallel universe, some things will be different. You may not have married the same person, you might live in a different spot, but you will be the same person underneath it all and you will continue your life unaware that you ever died.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Hmm. I have a shitload of work to do. The nice thing is that my deadline for the work was extended from (this) Friday to Monday. Except, it really isn't that super at all since my college kinda screwed up and didn't inform us well in advance that we'd need to do this bit of work in the first place. Ehh. And I'm doing memes instead of working. I'll hate myself this weekend. Wtf, Sushmita? You can really suck sometimes.

OMG OMG OMG.

That's my journal. IN LOLCAT. So, hundred-frillion times better than actual thing, of course.

Also, AHAHA. (Here's the original. I kind of...like the LOLCAT-version better? Is that bad? Are you all not going to talk to me now?)

I IZ HAPPY NAO AND CAN GOES TO BED.