IONIUM

i'm tired,but can't sleep. have to take melatonin and reverse my internal clock.

i'm hungry,but can't eat. no frigging thing to eat .nothing.and Pizza Hut is closed. why do they have to close at 11:30 pm??

My cravings find awesome timings. Now only they had to chat. i mean start. dammit bhel puri!!

wouldn't mind a Frankie too at that...

no one is online,to atleast allow myself to justify my being online and not jobless at 2:34 am. there goes my pride. what pride? pfft.

my ex-boyfriend messages exactly two weeks after i'd told him not to contact me ever again. now that's explainable. it's always been happenning!

Dug 1/4th carton of frozen Appy out of the freezer and attacked it with an ice pick and a hammer. nice only it tastes,though my keyboard didn't enjoy it as much as i did.

Here i am,sitting with an empty coffee mug in front of me and my English text next to me. What was my reason for being online again? oh yeah,i was researching William Wordsworth's 'Three Years She Grew' to blow the examiners away. LMAO. when have i ever studied for English?

I'm runnung out of words to type in this post. Yet my fingers linger over the keyboard...index over the mouse button,unwilling to post,and put and end to my terrible sorry excuse for staying online...

Had my French exam today. and since my sleeping habits have been...uhm...kinda altered in the past few weeks,i ended up staying awake all night. Goto my centre in the morning. it's a cold,wet,dreary day. awesome. even I can't muster up a good mood in the morning. Find my classroom. Marofy fulltoo english with fulltoo accent. Invigil comes up and aks me which college? when i reply,i get the usual widening of eyes and 'oh' like i should've known!

Bleurgh.

It's French,afterall,and it's me,afterall.  Am warned by teacher to write slowly,i write slowly,and check and rechek. Finish paper at 9.one hour. Invigil comes up and says i told you so. Throw my evilest look at her,complete with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. it's a surprise she didn't start laughing. Sit idle for one and a half hour. Slept,translated my OMR sheet into french,dreamt,tried to read scribblings on the bench. time couldn't have passed slower if it were wading through a quagmire. Completed dream,and started thinging about great times. laughed. giggled. got suspicious looks. decided to give that up a lil later. resigned myself to looking around the class. counted all the pink salwars. counted the flowers in the hair,and as far as i could see,the pink nailpolishes. counted the seconds from 10:00 onwards. i think i just invented a number higher than a zillion and a gazillion. Jumped up at 10:29pm and handed in my paper and was outta thae place like a rabbit with a rocket on it's bum.

Whew.

The beginning to the end of high school has begun...