I wouldn't display my register number if my marks could be accessed.
My lame-ass college wouldn't have the intelligence to put up marks on the Internet. Very 1940-esque, my college, really.
Chicken Little feels like Chicken shit.
Post-exam blues? Blast from the past?
Or is the sky finally starting to, not fall down?
No. Sky is down, life is over, dark clouds and no silver lining, et cetera. Whew. Feels like home.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Paranoic insomniac. Insomnic paranoai.... er, the former.
Blogging when you can't think straight (due to almost-there sleep, nerves, misc.) is like blogging when you're sloshed or angry.
You're going to say more than you would want to. Atleast more than you should. And Digital memory never dies.
I would love to discuss the intricacies of human memory versus digital memory, but can't as it is a) boring, b) boring and c) 5 in the morning.
Bad case of exam nerves wrecking havoc on my stomach (or it could be the peanuts at midnight or the onion rings at 3).
Thought I'd drop in a line, give attendance here at Blogger, whatever.
I can't watch Ratatouille without thinking of Ratbite fever, Leptospirosis, Plague and thinking of how little I've prepared for my finals.
WHAT AM I DOING HERE?
Argh!!!!!!!!!!!
*after several pranayams, or atleast my version of pranayams*
Plan of Action:-
I'm exorcising my exam bhoot (no, not with Horlicks, ew) and then, hitting the bed and shutting my lids ( with the aid of Levator palpebrae superioris muscle or is it Orbicularis Oculi?) and opening them at the crack of noon. Fun stuff.
So long.
You're going to say more than you would want to. Atleast more than you should. And Digital memory never dies.
I would love to discuss the intricacies of human memory versus digital memory, but can't as it is a) boring, b) boring and c) 5 in the morning.
Bad case of exam nerves wrecking havoc on my stomach (or it could be the peanuts at midnight or the onion rings at 3).
Thought I'd drop in a line, give attendance here at Blogger, whatever.
I can't watch Ratatouille without thinking of Ratbite fever, Leptospirosis, Plague and thinking of how little I've prepared for my finals.
WHAT AM I DOING HERE?
Argh!!!!!!!!!!!
*after several pranayams, or atleast my version of pranayams*
Plan of Action:-
I'm exorcising my exam bhoot (no, not with Horlicks, ew) and then, hitting the bed and shutting my lids ( with the aid of Levator palpebrae superioris muscle or is it Orbicularis Oculi?) and opening them at the crack of noon. Fun stuff.
So long.
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