Forever Autumn

Musings of a miserable soul...

Past few days have been extremely hectic. And a great deal at that.

French, geography assignments, civics project, bio and chemistry lab files, history assignments, physics assignments, economics assignment…a month to go for the half yearly exams…
And I haven’t completed anything. I know it’s preposterous and I know I’m impossible. Thank you very much.

What the heck? This isn’t even half as busy as I’m going to be in the next 2 years. And come to think about it, in 2 months from now. Okay, so the half yearly are already here and the next thing I’ll know, we’ll be up against the pre-boards and then the boards.

You see, I have no grave problems like staring at posters or stuff of that sort but to get the concentration together when there’s so much work to do is hard for people like me. The best I am doing is keeping myself from watching the matches and reading Atlas Shrugged.

Now today, when I realized (with the rest of the class) how much work I had to do, I was so miserable that all I could do was laugh. You know the loud-cries-for-help-type-laughter.

Just incase you find out WHAT possible pictures can one get for a project like UN and India, except Indian soldiers lined up in some weird place, please let me know. I will be extremely grateful.

I hope there would be a day, like the old times (one month back to be precise) when I would have all my work completed. I know it’s too much to ask but still…

This entry is all I can afford for now.

Maths and something like it............

So there I was, staring at Brett lee's picture like I had the thousand times before. A million things running in my mind
"Shucks we are so going to lose the match" "maybe we don't!" "There is popcorn at home" "My dogs incredibly cute" "Andy Blignaut is incredibly cute" "Is my sis ever coming back!" "what will she bring me" "Should I get some thing to drink"
In short everything, except the math test I had the next morning. How convenient you might say. But I have an explanation. A good one. I'll tell you some other time. LOL. I don't know what it is. Whenever I sit on my table. I get visions of stupid things. So if I try to avoid that and sit on my bed, then I just get dreams of stupid things. It's quite unfortunate, I tell you.
Now you must be wondering this all ready self proclaimed -math-hating-physics-hating-mugging-hating-brettlee-loving-doggy-loving-self-centered freak is being so damn boring.
"why the hell is she sharing her problems with me "
sob sob.. Well if thats your attitude! Then bugger off!! I have a problem, I have time and I have a blog!!!
So continuing, I have been rambling a lot about math. And please you math-loving freaks don't get insulted, its not that I hate-hate math.. I mean sure, I love being immersed in the world of numbers, calculations, the beautiful pyramids..Oh what the heck who am i kidding. yah I hate maths.
Now I am going to end this post. Not that I want to. But my dads just entered, and I don't want him 2 see his daughter sitting on the computer when she's supposed to be doing maths. Anyways whats the moral of the story?? The moral is my pathetic life. Considering my immense dislike for the subject and everything.. By my calculations I still have another 6 years of advanced math to do.... uhmm..... Okay I have wallowed enough in self pity.. Now I leave to pretend that I am studying

Looking up for you,
Thinking of the pain you went through.
I pretended to be strong
When you said you couldn’t go on.

You thought I would make it,
Even when everything seemed shaky.
I remember the time when
You fought for your last breath.

You held me and told me that was it.
I remember how I’d felt,
Kept my tears away.
I knew I had to do it for your sake.

It’s been long enough
And though the wounds haven’t healed
But you, once my weakness
Have become my strength.