argh. i am very worried that after As are actually over, i'll be as fucking bored as i am right now, but too lazy to go out anywhere and un-bore myself. although right now there's the additional restriction of the Mother because she's fully aware that i haven't touched 20th century lit yet. or S paper. so she keeps telling me to go study. although that hasn't prevented me from watching about 5 hours of tv today.

the tail end of some really stupid program called She Spies. three hot girls are 'spies'. they basically go around chasing other people. and they live together so they have the requisite chick-flickiness. and they say really stupid things. and they're worse than Alias. not that Alias is bad, of course, but everyone knows that Alias doesn't represent the REAL spy world. the chick-flickiness of She Spies was even worse than those agonising ten seconds on the OC last night when Summer and Marissa start singing "I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot!" in the middle of the diner. until the evil white trash guy with the weird russianish name (volchok) walks in and looks menacingly at ryan. soooo predictable.

but it was a good ep. the reliable weekly melodrama of the OC sustains me through the hard times. especially when all the other shows are being irritating. alias was - well i already talked about that. Lost last week was a bust, considering it was so highly anticipated, and i already talked about that too. gg was good but could've been better because the way the show is shot, with very few retakes, makes it such that they don't really fix the awkwardness of some scenes. i can talk about this now because vaish has watched it and won't kill me, heh. that scene where she sits in his lap and talks like a little girl sitting in santa's lap, asking for a pony etc? he was slowly reaching up to kiss her and her face was turned away! and it was supposed to be nice and natural and sweet but the fact that she just turned her face back just in time to kiss him made it feel really scripted and awkward and SO obvious that lauren graham doesn't really like kissing scott paterson. =[ then lost this week, which was well directed and well shot, but recapping The Other 48 Days in 45 minutes felt a little pointless, though we sort of get the story on why they're all so anal about being attacked in the jungle. but basically they rush through their version of the 48 days, up to the point that ana-lucia shoots shannon, which is where the previous ep ended. so it was pretty good as an episode, but it didn't move the story forward at all so it was a bit irritating.

enough tv talk.

i hope i can wrangle myself a job of some sort after As, and i hope the appropriate uncles pull their weight and get me the jobs i want in the appropriate parts of the world. ah geez i'm such a retard i should atleast -consider- applying for a job on my own. i'd quite like to work at Borders, hm. i remember shirin and i going there once when we were in rg, to see if we could get work there. and they told us that we needed to be atleast 18. and 18 seemed SO far away. and i'm 18 and i've still never earned a dollar in my life. besides the extra money my mother -sometimes- gives me for being virtually her secretary. but still, rather transfer-payment-y.

bored bored bored bored bored.
oh let me tell you the funny things that were said yesterday.
Nasty: Bears don't have ears! ... Bears don't have human ears!
Nasty: Oh but legs aren't ticklish!
Nasty: knife-stabbing-into-mouth mime that went horribly wrong because, you know, knifes are phallic symbols and that was just really really bad.
And there was this whole thing where nasty was smsing mr kwok thinking she was smsing kwok jia lun. pity she didn't say anything incrimintating/embarrassing.
Ok there was a funny thing about being a housewife but I'll get my head chopped off if i provide any further elaboration.
and useless little me remembers little else. besides sulking in a corner, vaish's really weird american/german/punk SAT version of little red riding hood, and OH the extremely embarrassing smses soph sent from my phone! that was mortifying. thank god i caught her when she'd only sent messages to three people.

oh yay! i just realised that today i have time to hit the gym! work off the flab and the zits. the zits are in an Emergency State, they're popping up everywhere and i've run out of the herbal medicine from india that sort of slightly made them better, and i haven't been bothered to go to the homeopath in ages, and even homeopathy was sooo gradual that i was getting SO impatient. and, obviously, i've been sitting on my ass and eating masses of chocolate and cheese and oil. well, mainly olive oil, so that can't be the perpetrator. but the cheese and chocolate definitely. i've always laughed at people who're allergic to chocolate, so this is my retribution. my skin doesn't react with rashes, it reacts with zits. there was a time when i was zit-free! whyyyy. plus my dad just HAS to return from lunch with his friend, bearing a chocolatey gift - the godiva platinum collection, which is only a collection of the most DIVINE godiva stuff ever. it's advertised in InStyle with a very beautiful zitless model seductively holding a praline. hypocrites.

AND OMG I JUST WENT TO THE FRIDGE TO GET A PIECE OF GODIVA WHICH I HAVE DENIED MYSELF THESE FEW DAYS, AND IT'S ALL GONE!!! except for four pieces, all of which have nuts which i hate. my stupid brother has left exactly the ones that neither of us likes. pig. i knew i shouldn't have left him alone with the chocolate.

so now i'm eating equally-unhealthy-but-much-much-cheaper-and-therefore-in-more-plentiful-supply crisp choco. which is kind of like... a cake made of chocolate flakes. very delicious. also very zit-inducing. i shouldn't talk about chocolate, it makes me want chocolate.

and my brother's coming home from his friend's place. and friend is probably coming too. meaning there's either pizza or paneer being made. both delicious, both unhealthy. sigh. i used to think staying at home would mean healthy food, but it doesn't really. not when i have exams and am indulged in my desires for Very Unhealthy Food.

ah, today it's tacos. atleast i don't like tacos very much so i'll just have one. with lots of extra sour cream. in addition to the pile of chocolate i just ate, i can definitely expect a zitty party on my face tomorrow.

one of my talents is spinning a very long blog post out of nothing. just in case you hadn't noticed.

what else. have received various irritating letters from universities, which basically say nothing. like we've received your application and we'll get back to you blah blah blah. WHY do they have to write to me TWICE just to tell me that they'll be writing to me AGAIN to tell me whether or not i've gotten in? and just send me letters that cause much trepidation before opening. not to me, though, because my mother does the checking of the mail every day, and when she sees a university logo on the envelope, she has no respect for my privacy. so she does the trepidation and the opening herself. and then informs me that i have a letter that says nothing useful.

ok i'm going to go now and drink orange juice before the tacos are ready, and try to read heart of darkness. i SO do not feel like studying. soon as the parents go out i'm going to pull out InStyle and gawk at gwyneth paltrow. and Nasty! there's a rachel mcadams feature in it too! and it's really really scary how much she looks like jennifer garner. i honestly thought it was jennifer garner until i realised that she had a suspiciously flat tummy and the name on the side said rachel mcadams.

and! Gap cashmere! euphoria by calvin klein! ralph lauren pure turquoise! -- gorgeous ad, i only hope it smells as good. have to check those out sometime. though my mom just got two new perfumes, the new dior and the prada she'd been wanting for ages. i haven't tried either one out. but she's unlikely to give them to me so maybe if i like the turquoise or the euphoria or both i'll get them. anyway so far i only have kenzo, gucci and chanel. and the kenzo is already down to about a third of the bottle =[ so i can add ralph and calvin to the mix =D i have yet to find myself a signature scent. when i eventually hit paris i will definitely go to the guerlain perfume institute and get perfumed. and also find myself some serge lutyens and annick goutal. actually i think you get serge and annick at tangs but the selection's pretty limited. legendary scents. and i want chanel no. 5. the mother never lets me touch hers.

argh my maid just hung up two sets of ironed RJ uniform, and told me "two more uniforms for two more exams". and i realised that those are going to be the last times EVER that i will wear the RJ uniform.
-nostalgia-

also, does anybody else think "uniform" is a really strange word? i'm having one of those moments where a completely familiar word suddenly looks completely alien.