I would give ANYTHING for a 'this too shall pass' moment right about now!

*Major PMS alert*


So I woke up this morning feeling as shitty as humanly possible. Its been a shitty set of days in LA, with some mad rains. Rains hard enough to cancel the one class I was supposed to attend this week, making me feel shitty. That, actually, worked pretty OK, because I haven't been able to keep my eyes open for the last few days. This jetlag can be quite an annoying thing.

Today was especially bad. I woke up, determined to do SOMETHING, just anything, really. I woke up early (naturally, because I'm still living by India time!), had a bath and was good to go when my mood suddenly swung. I think its post-India syndrome, but I couldn't stop feeling miserable and upset. So I took a long walk in the rain. Unfortunately my ipod decided to turn its back on me too and played the saddest songs in the history of music, good songs nevertheless. And me, I listened. Felt worse. Needless to say, the walk did not help.

As if things aren't bad enough, it seems like I've already managed to piss people off in LA. Because there are fewer conversations, fewer smiles, fewer everything. And I don't even talk that much. I honestly. for the life of me, fathom what's wrong with the world.

I think, and this is the only explanation I've come up with, it's the advent of February. The dreaded month of February. The days of misery seem to have rrived early this year! Man, I'm rambling!

I feel alone. :(

And I feel like such a sissy!

Sigh.

Life in TECHNICOLOR...Hah!

Remember how you used to look at all those nerds in school and make fun of how all they did was only study and had no life outside of that, secretly wishing you could be like that as well? No? Come on, don't lie. We've all been there! OK, maybe not in school but a little later on definitely. Still, no? Fine, I'll be the honest one here. I always wished I could be a nerd. AND DAMN IT, of all the wishes, that one had to come true!

This was the conversation I had with a friend the other day.

Him: You don't come home anymore.
Me: I don't go home. Period.

That's almost quite literally true. My daily routine can be summarized in five lines.

Wake up.
Go to the library.
Catch a burger for lunch.
Go back to the library.
Go home to crash at midnight.

Kind of an infinite for loop, yes?

Oh my God, I cannot believe I just said that!

Yes, Grad school. IS that bad.

Along with the terms to admission you also agree to the following:
- I agree to having no life.
- I agree to getting mind-fu**ed.
- I agree to getting ass-fu***ed.
- I agree to getting fu**ed sideways.
- I agree to feeling miserable every morning.
- I agree to turn into the most pessimistic person on the planet.
- I agree to get up every morning, looking like I have nothing left to live for.
- I agree to giving up on any shred of self confidence and self respect that I possess.
- I agree to pay for the early Botox I'm going to undergo because of the infinite frown lines on my forehead.
- I agree to let my virginity be taken, over and over and over again, by, wait-for-it, God-awful courses.
- I agree to being an agnostic.

If you ever think of going my way in this respect, please please read this post.

But inspite of alllll this, I did manage to catch a movie over the weekend.
New Moon.
Two words.
HELL NO!

Not even Jacob Black's above-the-belt nudity (or lack of it) is worth the torture and the waste of time. I've watched bad movies and worse movies, but this one walked away with the most pathetic excuse for the cake.

Not even worth downloading and watching.

Trust me.