Showing posts with label Hot guy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hot guy. Show all posts

"FINALLY" I decide to leave.


There I was.
Buried in books which weighed more than me, not caring about what the hell was happening around in the world, 
not caring if Poonam Pandey would finally strip on her rumored visit to bigg boss house, 
not caring if Shakti 'aaooo' Kapoor still existed, 
not caring if I was losing followers just because I didn't tweet anymore, 
not caring to the texts that were being forwarded that said I was dead, 
not caring if Facebook banned me due to no usage.
Oh wait Facebook doesn't do that. It doesn't even delete your account when you ask it to. It always give you an option to reactivate. Hence, sentenced to life.

Umm where was I ?
Yes, not caring to stalk H.I.S profile everyday and 
not caring to watch the 125486th rerun of the SIMPSONS there I was.

With hair that looked like a Haridwar sanyasi's tresses and teeth that were waiting to sprout little green fungi all over there I was.
So lost in studying, striving to make a future for myself ,I didn't bath for 3 days.
Technically 2days 5 hours 24minutes.


And wait all that didn't happen
I was tweeting away to glory and I was downright lazy.

So today I did the sinful act. Or atleast that's what I considered it for the past 2 days. Bathing. When I was bathing, feeling all movie style, just then the light went out.
And how you know its a perfect prey for psychic pervert ghosts. I waited and waited. But no ghost came. Alas.

Plus, for the first time I noticed how nice my soap smells.


Ok, so this innocent little yours truly was tweeting on the innocent trend of #nicknamesforbreasts when 10 minutes later my followers increased by 10. Perplexed and happy I wrote a 'I am happy blah blah' tweet. That's when one of the new followers replied "I didn't follow you for that, @missmiss asked me to follow you, so is it true that you tweet and blog even 20 days before the exams?'

Yes, however happy I might have been at the prospect of gaining followers and my dream of being twitter famous nothing could beat the embarrassment.

While my other fellow we-are-shmucks-who-study-24hours-a-day beings are actually studying there asses off, I am ..... Well you know.

So people I am off. Atleast till 9th Nov.

By the way did you know 9th Nov is my birthday andandand my last exam. So better wish me if you don't want me to hunt you down and

KILL YOU.



In case someone wants to know I did go to the party. It wasn't a blast, there wasn't any dance, but H.I.S smile, Oh my god H.I.S smile and how happy he seemed about me finally making it to the party made the whole deal really worthwhile. Plus, I didn't get caught. So nothing to lose.

P.S: After reading this post no one will marry me. :[ I know.

Like I wanted.


Its been a while that I have updated here. In my head it feels like a year but technically its just been a fortnight. 

Nothing productive thinking has been happening. Of yet. I feel like a boy. ( Yes you guys accept that you do very less of productive thinking. umm wait did I just say thinking?) I feel like a boy who can just think about having sex, being hungry and watching a cricket match the whole day. 

Just in my case these things are studying, tumblring/tumbling (I still havent figured out what to call it) and day dreaming of hot guy in gym. 
1. Studying is one of the things I have to force my mind to think about all day. However huge signals of literally getting failed I get from my well wishers( the contrary) I just cant make myself think about it. 
My brain is like study... study.. study.. oooh seth rogen ... like a boss. Now I need to hear the song .. Earphones. Song. As soon as I am going to switch the music off next song plays. John Mayer. How on the fucking world can I ignore a John Mayer song. That would be a downright insult. Hence the story goes on and the original train of thought (study) crashes into another train and there is just chaos. I am so sorry for my brain.

2. Tumblr. Its not productive. Not at all. I started it with an objective to write but now I am a regular tumblr user. Spamming the world with my reblogs. 

3.Hot guy in gym. *drools* 
ok good news he is head over heels for me. And no this isnt a story that is happening in my head. 
By the way remember Dumbledore once said : Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

So screw technicalities. Here's the thing: There's this another hot Arabic guy in gym. Naah not SUPERFRAGILIXIOS hot like my hot guy in gym just plain hot ok? Lets just call him the guy. Ok so the guy asked hot guy whether we (me and hot guy) are siblings? Like really? Just because we are talking 24x7 of the time in gym people cant say we are siblings. So imagine what the hot guy said? She is my girlfriend. <insert own evil laugh. Mine not possible. Cough attack> Umm. The analysis I ll leave to you. (: 

Another news. 
Realisation struck me : You only fight with people you love. And sometimes it is okay to let it all out. 

And hey earthlings I just got awarded and interviewed. Details later I don't want to explode this post.
P.S: The posts are going to be scarce till November. Because it was a gloomy day when I opted for chartered accountancy. And now I am sentenced to life. (well technically till November.)
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