Wistful Thinking

Today, after class, me and my friends, the three of us, went to get some momos. Thats an East-Indian delicacy, just incase you didn't know. I didn't want to eat any.. so well, the two of them stood at the counter and got some.. and JUST when M started to eat hers.. this one guy from our class, a real cute one too.. calls her.
So she handed her plate to me and went up to him.




Apparently, he asked her out.






For the third time.




And when she said no the third time, he..


wait for it...



.. he started CRYING.




Is it just me or does the rest of the world think of this universally PATHETIC gesture as lame?
And pathetic, but I already mentioned that.


M looked pretty disturbed.


Because she "made someone cry".




For the love of GAWD, why?


Maybe it's just wistful thinking on my part, but this is like, the millionth instance of a guy from my class asking M out.

Wow.


No, really. Wow.



I'm a bit jealous, but she's my friend, so I guess I need to look at it nicely/positively.



But still.


He cried, you guys.



Oh, by the way. N was eating her momos and talking to me the whole time.


And I was standing there holding M's momos looking like an idiot.

It's Realisation Day, y'all!

Well, yes.

Technically.


* I have about 20 followers on twitter and about 5 times that many tweets (more than a 100)
* I have a splitting headache because even though I tried to study, I've been mostly day dreaming. And it's almost 6 PM now! The evening! Shudder shudder.
* I have no school friends on twitter. Well, I doubt they'd be active if they DID sign up.
* I'm cold. VERY.
* I've stopped reading FML because incidents started happing that were uncannily similar to the ones I read about and LAUGHED on.
Get it?
* I actually day dreamed about me and N marooned on an island. No, really. My imagination knows no bounds. And I feel pretty darn embarrassed stating this.
* If I don't get a boyfriend soon, I'm going to KILL someone. Ugh. I should totally make a new blog and rant on IT about my LoveLife AKA TehFailure.
* I still have 10 chapters left.
* Ooh, look, shiny object!
* Yes, I'm going crazy, and this has turned into a list. DAMN!

I love making lists. Take this one, for example. It wasn't supposed to be a list. But it's turned into one!


I'ma wash my face and come back. Well, hopefully, there'll be posts with some CONTENT in them in the future, I suppose!



I need to getalife. Yawn, it's an old thing now.


Tea, that's what I need!






Boo.






P.S: Trying to beat my computer keyboard. Yeehaw!

(Fashion) Senseless.

What else can I say? I think its de rigueur to have a mom with loads of fashion-sense otherwise you’re drowned in the pool of faddism and inanity. No, really. My mood has been shitty since morning cos I opened my closet (in the morning :/) to find hell loads of PJs and night dresses. That too, pink and flowery. I’m sick of pink. Totally, ugh.

Whenever me and my mum go shopping (which is always), my mum manages to get me loads of flowery, pink pajamas. They could be more expensive that that nice dress there, but hell no, she always goes for the pajamas. ONLY.

It used to be fun before, when you didn’t have to be so fashion conscious. When you could go out the house, till, maybe the shop nearby wearing yer pajamas. When you were a little kid. But now, it’s dumb when people openly laugh at you when you go to the SAME shop wearing pajamas. And it’s not like I’m imagining it. They laughed at me OUTRIGHT. Like, it was a group of maybe 4 girls and they collapsed in a fit of giggles as soon as they saw me. They were dressed in the worst possible Churidaars EVER. Their AUDACITY was.. mind-numbing! I gave them a cold stare and went about my business, but hey, people DO laugh. It’s no joke. :|

My mum has a technique. She’ll give me negative vibes when I adamantly refuse to listen to her and BUY those clothes on display, THERE.

Or, there’s this other thing that does the trick.

For example.

Scene: At a shop.. I like some shirt. My mum doesn’t like it (cos its not bright and flowery :|)
So, this is what she does.

Me: Mom, I want that shirt.
Her: Nanditha.. you won’t wear it.
Me: Why would I want to buy it if I won’t wear it? :|
Her: Because I’m your mom and I know. [uh, yeah, right]
Me: Sick. I wanna buy it, and that’s it.
Her: [in a serious tone] Your dad wonn’t like it.

THAT does the trick. Yes it does. It not only brings the conversation to an end, but it ALSO makes me walk out of the shop in anger, and my mum.. pleased with herself. :|

I really consider stuff like that, BTW. I mean, if dad doesn’t like something, I’ll probably argue about it but in the end, I’m going to listen to him.

BUT. I came to know how big a farce that line really was when I went shopping with both mom and dad. Mom uttered the trademark line again, and my dad goes.. “But.. I think it’ll look good on her. Moreover, she likes it”
That did it. My mum started communicating with her eyes, u know, her eyes conveying DEEPLY, the message – “no, tell her that you won’t like it! Dammit, why can’t you just nod along?”


Goodie. So now I had an ANSWER. =D

Everytime she said the “dad wont like it” line, I’d say that I don’t really care cos I knew that mum turned out to be wrong that everytime.

It's true. I AM Fashion sense LESS. :P

Well. BTW, if you think being 16 and still shopping with yer mom is dumb, then HEY! I don’t really shop by myself, and moreover, I don’t have a cousin/anybody who lives nearby with whom I can go shopping AND I don’t go shopping with friends.. I dunno why, though.
Plus, this is India. Real shopping with friends isn’t time pass. Window-shopping is. =D

~ I need to find out a bit about Christmas.. it’s for a morning assembly. Damn!


Psst.. Half the people out there don’t like my template. I don’t LOVE the orange colour, but I do like everything else. Call me conceited, but I’m gonna stick to liking it. And I don’t care. AND, I can be kiddish -> *sticks out tongue*

What else do you expect at one in the morning?

It's 1 am. And it's been TWO hours since I've been searching for a blogger template. But, the ones that I liked (at least!) are not getting downloaded. And even if the ARE, there's something wrong with them. SO wrong, that I've started to feel pretty worthless. => I cant even CHANGE my template! ARGH!

I was so looking forward to changing my blogger template. Sigh. This one's so darned mundane. :/

Uh. Anybody out there who can help me change my blogger template? An earnest request. I don't like my current template, honest. Thank you.

P.S.: I talked to this one class-mate online, and I'm convinced that he's a fat toeless rat.
And there's another crazy girl in my class and I'm UBER-convinced that she's THE geisha. Because:
A] She's half Japanese (Yes. It’s there in her blood.)
B] She's got this bewitching smile that kinda kills all guys around. Except the ones that don't look at ‘outer beauty’ and all that shit. Oh, hell, who am I tryna kid? All the guys like her. Oh wait, there ARE exceptions: the gay ones.
C] She's got a weird way of talking.
D] And typing, considering the fact that she has been on the internet even before I Knew about it.
E] She’s got all the qualities that a geisha does. I told you; its IN her blood. Even if she IS half-jap!

Btw, just a random piece of info: The fat rat and the geisha are dating.

~ More about The CornyCouple later. =)