hahahaha apparently an old ghost found my blog today, and wants me to kiss her cellulite laden arse. i have to politely decline. and i have far better things to do than create hate sites for people, so that's that: an ego. large and bulbuous with cellulite.

on to more interesting things.

today i realised that the holiday in india is going to be made even more painful by the fact that i will be cut off from almost all contact with this class for longer than i've experienced in this whole year. i will miss you all as much as i miss alias between seasons. which is really a lot. i haven't really spent much time apart from my classmates this entire year. even june, two weeks in england and the week before there were lysis rehearsals, the week after there was the computer and the day spent with nasty who isn't really in the class but close enough.

so yeah. holiday's going to be shit, unless i can convince grandfather to get cable internet or something. hmm there's a thought.

pw exhausts me, maddens me, and is finally over. my entire back hurts and my neck is sore with this shit. today's been a completely shitty day. but quite fortunate. i was woken with good news, and the pw guy is the nicest guy in the universe. like, supersupersuper nice. unlike the perpetually pmsy librarians. she was incredibly bitchy today. so anyway was in school till goddamn 7pm finishing the file. some people owe me vivien and choon BIG TIME. we figure he owes us his entire day's earnings.

royce chocolates rockkk. my mom gave in and opened the last package, which has one bitter chocolate, one au lait and one of the thing that is only written in japanese instead of english for some reason but it's the beautiful gorgeous wonderful dark chocolate that i've fallen in love with. i think it's got liquor in it too, which i could confirm if i could read jap. but it makes this burning sensation down your throat after you swallow, which is very alcoholic. and no wonder it tastes so good.

my mother's making me pack now, and this is my least favourite part of going on holiday with her. i take out piles of stuff that i want/need to take, and she tells me i have HALF a suitcase for everything. clothes AND books. and consider that i need to take matheconslithist stuff to study since i have about 35 long days ahead of me in india. HALF A FUCKING SUITCASE. half a large fucking suitcase, but still half. i can't fit anything into half a suitcase. and i just took out as many clothes as i took to england for TWO weeks when i had an entire, smaller suitcase to myself, and she says it's too many clothes. i don't get how one can take less than 15 tops to india. and i'm only taking 5 pairs of trousers and 3 skirts. although my mom will make me cut the skirts on account of that it's winter in india or something. but my legs never get cold. sighhh i hate going to india; the suitcases all get filled up with random gifts to random relatives, and my mom has her perfect excuse that her clothes have to be specially drycleaned in india, so she can take entire suitcases of clothes. i am pissed off. and plus it seems that everytime we go to india my dad's out of town so we have to take a cab to the airport and cabs have small trunks so another excuse for my mom to make me take less stuff. although once you get to the airport she has no excuse because she has like unlimited baggage allowance. or maybe it's 100 kg. something big anyway.

ugh. i hate packing. it's painful. i wish atleast blee and nasty were here and we could recreate ambleside memories, packing till 3 am. ostensibly.