Holed up in the corner of my room. My converse drying on the floor beside me. I'm wearing shorts today and I feel happyish. Summer is almost here. Sweat and icecream and football and home.
I'd planned to struggle with 1st year maths tonight. Before the long lazy holidays I still have exams to get done with. One month to go. And one stupid stupid ego which made me fill up a form to retake last year's maths test.
To my right is my wall of football. Filled with scribblings and newspaper cuttings. I can tell you everything that Chelsea did this year. If I manage to decipher that handwriting..... To my left I can see the converse. A Monet print, lovely purpley waterlilies, Paris was such a dream. There's a picture of Bhindi too. It's been twelve days now and I am finally at the stage where I remember how time passes and I remember to eat. I am scared that the memories will fade. The memories of shorts and school magazines and conversations that searched into our pasts and presents and futures looking for answers that I still don't have and for ourselves. Terrorism has always convinced me that the world is a bad place.
(abrupt change of paragraph because i have run out things i want to say here. i also understand that this post is getting pointlesser and loster by the word)
It's been a weird week. From rr asking me if I'm on any 'addictive substances' to the warden not recognising me and trying to throw me out of the hostel premises. A girl told me I look really hot with my new haircut and that she wished I was a boy. (!)
Three days holiday now. Peaceful, I hope. And productive.
.....peace. Seems like a lot to ask for.

Want to try your hand at a haircut? Come, cut my hair. After my hair grows outwards horizontally I declare that I give up on it and refuse to spend money on another haircut.
So somebody cuts off the sides, someone cuts off the top. Now the guard isn't letting me in because this is a girl's hostel and people are asking about G's new guy friend. And I am happy, no comb no shampoo no bother

of bad jokes

RR tells toshna to meet her after class. Toto fearfully goes. RR starts of with a speech on "u must start studying child, brains are not enough. If u put in hard work then u will surely prosper. Pull up ur socks child and ......." and toto looks down at her feet. Her feet which were, like always, in slippers....and no socks.
That was the end of speech. Toto and RR laughed for a good minute and peacefully went about with the rest of their lives.

We're standing there looking at a really fat bird and wondering if it's going to lay eggs. "It's pregnant" says D. "Do you call it pregnant if it's going to lay eggs instead of having a baby?" Everyone starts thinking...... "Or do you call it eg(g)nant?