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I hate Sundays. I really do. I don't know why. I just do. It is so irritating. Maybe because it marks the slow demise of time and shortens the time period towards the A's and thus it looms closer. Maybe, because I have school on Monday. Or maybe because I have the most time for introspection. Whatever it is, it sucks.

I have also realised that despite my so called simple atiitude towards life, I'm a highly complex individual who is paradoxical who loves to complicate things so much that I creep myself out. And I am wary of relationships and the closer a person gets, the further away i try to put myself away from it. But, yeah, there are exceptions or maybe its only with guys. Who knows? I am weird. Perhaps, deep down, I am an undiscovered lesbian who has yet to realise it because of the confines of society and has not actually had her sexual awakening. How romantic. Perhaps, that would also explain, that my longest crush to date on a not so bad member of the opposite sex has been 2.5 weeks.ha.

However, we cannot discount the facts on Valmiki. Analyse that.

I also find it vastly irritating that people always assume I am intellectual. I am not. Just because I am debate president, know a few bombastic words, does not mean I am intellectual. I read trashy novels, used to watch barney, would switch channels from discovery to mtv if there is something more interesting. I always go for entertainment value. Just beacuse I wear specs and do not sound that cheena ( for obvious reasons, I'm indian). My staple vocabulary is made up of words like "cool", "eeww", "damnnit", "crap", "stuff" and beat this "thingamajig". I can't spell. The fact I did moderately well on an American test (SAT) just shows how attuned I am to their culture.

However, i find perverse pleasure in shooting down people who believe I'm a bimbo because I read trashy novels. I'm definitely a floozie to a large extent. However, the intellectual evil side comes out once in a while. Also, I do eschew Geroge Bush which explains alot about my intellectual level. I cannot stand ungrammatical people, things like, eg. "stuffs" get on my nerves alot. I only have one nerve so please do not get on it and Brenda attempted to show this to me by presenting me a scenario as follows - One day, my future husband (who is everything I want) comes up to me and says " Honey, I is very cold". Needless to say, I shuddered violently. I'm also suffciently intellectual enough to realise that the paragraph below is actually nonsense and actually fear for the sanity of my juniors.

The cold war is so named as it began in the Arctic. The Eskimos wanted to take over Greenland but they had insufficient forces. Hence they engaged the Russians as partners in war. As they encroached on the sovereignty of Greenland and the irredentist claim of the Eskimos proved invalid, the Americans, in their quest for justice decided to wage war upon the errant Russians and Eskimos. Slowly, they Eskimos left the scene as the Russians took on greater responsibilities in the war. As such, the international history section that we are now studying deals with the later part of the Cold War. from Megz (haah!) journal

However, the verdict is i'm a floozie. So quit judging me and go live your cold, dark and icy life by substiantiating it with War and Peace, and living knowing that Knowledge is Power. Sadly, I have a feeling I'll end up with you some time.

I also don't know whether to strangle the bra or to just plot her revenge now or just laugh helplessly as I would if it happened to someone else. Sighs. My friends are really the bane of my life. Maybe this explains my wary attitude. Its an instinctive self protection blanket that I use to insulate me from embarrassment and riducle. +sniffles+ The world is a cold hard and cruel place and the icy wind blows and bites me as I feel the laughter around and I stand alone as a lone tear wells up in my eye.haah. It also sucks when members of staff give approval and knowing glances. One day, i'm going to save God the trouble and commit suicide and kill my friends too.haah.

Did I mention I LOATHE, HATE, DESPISE, ABHOR, ABOMINATE and am ALLERGIC to the word cute. Its such a limp description of people. Its like the word nice. Often used to cover up the fact that you have nothing to say-"she's erm, nice". Its so blah. I'm not a cute person. I'm a GIRL WITH A DYNAMIC ATTITUDE AND MY OWN PERSONALITY. I'm not CUTE!Ironically, I use that word often to describe people too. But hey, I believe my rules don't apply to me.too bad.

Interestingly, here's the word history of the word cute (taken from dictionary.com)

Word History: Cute is a good example of how a shortened form of a word can take on a life of its own, developing a sense that dissociates it from the longer word from which it was derived. Cute was originally a shortened form of acute in the sense “keenly perceptive or discerning, shrewd.” In this sense cute is first recorded in a dictionary published in 1731. Probably cute came to be used as a term of approbation for things demonstrating acuteness, and so it went on to develop its own sense of “pretty, fetching,” first recorded with reference to “gals” in 1838.

Did I mention I hate Sundays?