ok am having very strange meal.

my parents were out until a while ago and i was hungry so i got my maid to make me fettucine with m&s tomato&chilli sauce. i just finished eating that, when my parents came back, and on their way they'd gone to da paolo, so they'd brought heaps of italian bread and sauces and gnocchi and stuff. so i just finished a little bit of gnocchi in alfredo sauce. and now i'm munching on olive bread dipped in extra virgin olive oil. i'm having myself a veritable high tea! although this stuff is all italian and high tea is such a... british thing. but then marks and spencer is british, so atleast it started off on a vaguely british note. all this merely because i have zero resistance for good fattening italian food. my brother says he's going to marry an italian, and my poor grandmother, faced with my brother's inability to heartily consume her home-cooked south indian cuisine, rants that he should've been born into an italian family. and in fact, he eats even worse here when the food's cooked by my maid than there where my grandma's really quite a fantastic cook. but it must be a terrible heartache to have him sitting two hours slowly eating lunch, but gobbling pasta or pizza of any variety down in 2 minutes flat. ugh am very full and think mother's having more stuff made.

and the rainnn. i normally love rain, and it's nice and cool out because of the rain, but nonstop rain is getting on my nerves. and plus we were supposed to go to ecp tonight with the grovers, for dinner and cycling and stuff, but the plan has been rained out. they might still come over or something i think.

and my russian rev essay is... progressing. i shall finish it and be happy and immediately start panicking about sat2s. 2 weeks and so much studying left!!! so much workkkk. i wish i could clone myself so i can do everything. thank god, really, that i quit syf dance. i would've died. ahh sacrifices. which reminds me, this year i'm not going to care. about, like, stuff. i'm just going to do what i like and what i think is right. nobody to answer to. except myself and the things/people i care about. green olives taste gross, by the way. they're too sweet. thankfully the bread has mostly black olives.

yesterday night vid and i went for the VJ tsd gala night, with last-minute verbal invites because the snailmail ones must've gotten lost in the move! we got there a little late, but thankfully the cocktail part was still going on. non-alcoholic, though, damn. just some weirdly sweet sprite thing that looked like champagne and was served in cocktail glasses. they've got a new black box and studio which are really quite fantastic. and there's a little room that leads into the black box, and it looks like a fancy little bar! it's got barstools and nice wooden tables and slate floor with artistically splattered paint, and large photographs of tsd stuff, and really nice lamps and stuff. damn i wish rj had that stuff. black box and tsd only next year :(

ok that's my blogging quota for the next few days. nothing left to say.