Listening to tupac....I need...yes...I NEED to dance...
I have begun humming and twirling as I walk...
that to me..shows need to dance...badly...
and my room...is a box...une boite...a tip..filthy as it comes
My excuse will be that I am too busy working to clean it
but the truth of the matter is that..I spent more time daydreaming with my hands dangling out of my window than anything
or asleep or playing table footy....i am getting fairly good now..
need to buy a table when i get home...such that i can practice...its highly effective if you wish to get rid of excess aggression...
especially when you spin it and the ball goes right to the back of the net...
small pleasures of life...
it just occurred to me....how much of a homebody I am....
i am 20 yrs old...for all intents and purposes an adult
but i want my mom here....to make things better...
set me thinking...does she ever need her mom to make things better..or do you stop thinking of those things when you get older....
and engalnd beats australia in the new 20 over format...which according to anthony is rubbish..and i cant say i disagree...when is the last time that england has ever beaten australia in any form of sporting competition( if you ignore...football..which wouldnt be a fair thing to compare against...the ageing superstars have the advantage of experience)...
Richard Callaghan is going to be spitting blood..the last time australia won something..he brought a flag in...
Who is Elliot Ness...
Been reading the newspaper...nothing interesting to report except for the arrest of a cow in nigeria...
i hope that that doesnt affect the debt relief being planned...
read the article on BBC....
makes you really wonder...why they sound so keen on arresting a cow...
We went punting again this week...saw lots of ducks...red faced ducks( moorhens), big ducks( geese) and white ducks( swans)...and realised for the second time..that the punt pole is the incarnation of the devil on earth...
and went to play croquet....
prash thinks that i have aged 20 yrs in his eyes cos of my new love for croquet..
ok not love..but i really do like it..and its NOT an old pples sport...that would be cooking or here....Cricket:-) ( sticks tongue out and hopes that he doesnt notice this small segment)

Should I start writing abt pple I know like Austen...so instead of mommy and daddy..it will be M and D..and smriti becomes S....
N, M and P....all the pple in my life..and the places that i live.. S and O...
why did she do that..I have always thought that it was cos she was scared that the pple she was writing abt who lived in B, D and B....would come get her....
Rediscovering my love for science...found this lovely book that i own...
People are so intelligent...Fatt and Katz( along with the sexy names to boot)
But I need to get on with my reading...losing touch with my literature....
Dumas isnt lit:-)...also going to start my trashy romance novel collections...
I am going to call up.....i dont know...Valley of the Dolls..or something equally appaling at the Bod..just to prove that i can do it...
the librarians are going to be well miffed( HAHA..no we dont speak like that...but if i use the word random too often..please hit me on the head with something sharp)
Or if i start sounding like an inhabitant of greater leeds....
lets see...its not pants...its trousers...
umm....use of the word well inappropriately....
ok..i know that i promised..but this is ending up as a random ramble....
As the counter goes on....havent had a drink since forever..
and i really NEED thayir shaatum....
someone with a heart..send me some..and i promise to be eternally grateful and to NEVER try to use my medical skills on you....
to that person who is going to send me thayir shaatum..I love you in advance...
Ok..I need to stop playing up to the whole brahmin myth....
the brahmin myth is almost as cliched as the catholic schoolgirl myth( nope..they are not the same thing...just equally hackeneyed)
We're normal peoople..except for an inordinate love of thayir shaatum...
Indulge us...no meat drives you a little crazy...