Monday, September 30, 2013

30.9.2013


It has been a while since lights out. Ah, lights out- one of the lovely benefits of living in a convent hostel. 






Simon and Garfunkel just started grooving out I Am A Rock and my roommate is getting irritated with them. Light sleepers are the bane of hostel life, I believe. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP AT THE DROP OF A FEDORA, BRO. 


So Sunday morning, I changed my bed placement for the third time this month. Now that Symone, one of my adorable roommates finally banged her toe because of it, Im pretty sure they'll put a stop to all my furniture indecision.

Sleep has been behaving very funny with me these days. It shows up at 7 in the morning and leaves by 8:30 a.m. And we all know 1 and half hours of sleep never bode well for any human being. Add to it a roommate who REFUSES to treat the room as anything less than pig sty, and my OCD alarms just start shrieking at a remarkable pitch thereby eliminating ANY chances I may have of accomplishing adequate REM sleep.

I'm at a good place nowadays. Despite the perpetual bad health and erratic sleeping patterns, I think psychologically I dont remember ever feeling this good in Mumbai! I feel sorted. Infact, I have been feeling sorted for a while!
That being said I feel a little different, though.

Simple Plan just started blaring When I'm Gone and is singing about Procrastination. Speaking of, I seem to be championing the cause. So nothing's changed there. But everything else, seems to have gone for a toss. Maybe I'll rant it out one fine day when I have nothing to do. 

Somebody's status today threw me off guard for a while some time back. In three months, we're going to enter 2014! Holy whatinthepsyduck! But I JUST STARTED writing the proper year at the corner of the notebook's pages! Besides, Idk what I did this whole year. Stupid waste.
HAHAHAHAHA! OhmYgod. Sorry, I just had to write this-  I took so long between the last two paragraphs that Simple Plan's Your Love Is Just A Lie finished only to give way to some craaaaaaaaazyyyy I LOVE BIG BUTTS lovin' by Sir Mix A Lot.

Damnit. Reminds me of Friends. 

Speaking of, my closest one in Mumbai has a funny fluke- he speaks in a British accent while drunk and then proceeds to fill an entire 20 minute conversation with his not so melodious donkey laugh.

That is Just WEIRD- as Audrey/Doris would say in Alice Doesnt Live Here Anymore.



But then so am I.
I love Scorsese.

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'night night,  folks!