what a weird day.
this morning, while i was walking to the back gate to be picked up for school, all of a sudden it started POURING. and i get drenched, and my mom calls me like three times because she saw me walking out and then the rain pouring and she's all are you getting drenched? should i send the maid with an umbrella for the rest of the way? blah blah, and all i needed was to make a dash for the nearest shelter, NOT wait for the maid to bring an umbrella, HELLO.

and the traffic was amazingly bad. even worse than usual. it took 15 minutes to get from my place to school, which is sort of unimaginable under normal circumstances. although normal circumstances is becoming a sort of.. anachronism, because every day the traffic is just horrible.

my god. this morning seems like an age-and-a-half ago.
school was grey and drippy and cold, that's pretty much all i remember.
and history in a dark ts, the presentation which i crapped my way through, managing to sound vaguely intelligent with my few comments. and the part that i was meant to explain was pushed to later, which will never come as dear rolly hijacked and finished up our presentation for us as usual!
such a dear man.

and the stupid econs with the phallic mike, goodness.
then off to kitson's, to attempt fixing his incorrigible computer.
actually my going there was entirely useless since my computer expertise is really negligible, i just have some luck with them so i generally manage to make them work for me. anyway this particular computer really won't work. it's quite mad. even shoojee's relative expertise was of no use.

and then back for rp, and then nothing left to do, therefore secret recipe for gorgeous chocolate cake, then home for sleep, wakey-up in time for dinner and tuition (during which i really did math!) and now i'm here and my mom's been telling me to sleep for the past two hours because she's getting worried about my sleep patterns, and it's close to midnight now.

khushnam just sent me this mail, with an mp3 attached or something:
"hey aparna this is clarity m3u that means its not a mp3 butr its the full song and only 1kb ok it works with out internet and internet ok bye khushnam"

god she is weird.

am having a very interesting conversation about aesthetic person.

her:
we're not mad about him, per se.

me:
i know

he's like, aesthethic.
like how people talk about picasso's sunflowers.

noooo he's way nicer to look at than picasso's sunflowers
and when'd picasso draw sunflowers anyway?
are you talking about van gogh?

oh, damn me.
yes.

anyway. i can't really think of a painting that i'd rather sit in front of and stare at all day than i'd like to stare at him
excuse me if that sentence is grammatically very screwed.

HAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
how hilarious!!!
i shall like
just sit and gape at him
because he is so aesthetic

--- guess who?


anyway am off to bed now. i will have sweet sunflower (no! rosebud. haha.) dreams. possibly. what an obsession this is turning into. it's all someone's fault! i will not name names, or else i will have to look forward to having several heavy books/other conveniently located articles hurtling towards me tomorrow. goodnight, all.