Exams. Leaving. and a Whole Lot of Other Stuff.
I have a strange feelin in my tummy. It’s a mix between the ‘the-second-before-you-hear-the-buzzer-and-dive-into-the-water’ one and the one you get when youre with someone who gives u butterflies.

During the last period today, there was loads running through my mind. Something was worrying me, and till this moment I’m confused and upset.
Things it could’ve been:
* Tomorrow is our first exam. Potatoes and Dimaonds..! I’m not one to get exceedingly stressd.
* I’m under the weather and I have a headache. I don’t want it to get in the way but then again there are a million other things that are impeding my progress.
* My mom and brothers just called after point number two and I was the most stoical jackass ever!!!
* My mom’s makin me go to church today because its Ash Wednesday and God will ‘bless me’ if I go. It’s already 5:30 and I still haven’t finished EVS.
* I can’t get DDR out of my mind even though I’m no ultra colossal metal fan. It's evident why.
* My mom just called again for another 18 minutes. She wants me there in March, right after exams. It’s not going to happen, not if I can help it. Which is just great because it’s making this ‘feeling’ in my stomach become more painful. Whether it’s the guilt of not wanting to be there or the fact that I am going is a different story.

But I KNOW what it is…. And I HATE thinking about it.

Today possibly was my last proper day in school. I don’t want to think about it!!!! You guys told me you would help me talk to my dad and I don’t want to go… atleast if I’m going to be in UAE till this summer… I miss my mom but this the most used to a place I’ve ever gotten and I don’t know how it’s going to be when I go… What if DDR is actually the last time I see all of you together? What if after I go I never see you again? I’m dying to write about each and every one of you but I can’t because I have to study and I know that I won’t be able to concentrate and all I’m going to end up thinking about is you guys and what amazing friends I have and how it’s not frigging fair that this is something I want and I can’t take you guys with me. Anu…Resh….Shanni. Please keep your promise. I love all of you guys. =(

Irrelevancy at it’s best?

Okay. This is the most random and extraneous topic I’ll ever write about, but yea. I want to tell you about my tennis coach back when I used to live in Florida.
His name was Dennis, and he had an issue with punctuality. Infact… Come to think of it. Half the time he didn’t even show up, and tried justifying himself in some pretty gay ways. Oh, he was also REALLY attractive. He had the whole sports car – gelled hair – hot girlfriend thing going. He’s 29 now…Yea well. Guess what?

He’s the MAYOR now. I’m repentant but.. WHAT THE HECK IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?!!?!?

Not So Simple Simple Things

So… Point of this post? Maybe define my day a little, you know… Maybe just write a little. There’s nothing like reading, there’s nothing like writing.
As of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and next week, I survive this world on my own. Dad’s in Iran, Bahrain, and Mom, brothers in Boston. It actually feels weirdly wonderful, yet it kind of really sucks. Too much ‘alone time’ isn’t healthy. This is what it did to me…
It made me realize more than I wanted to about life. I caught onto the fact that friendship is a simple thing, but that the simple things in life are never actually quite so vanilla. To make them simple, all you have to do is do the things you're supposed to do, which is far from simplicity itself. The more the unnecessary things you do, the more the complication. For example, to have a really good friend all you have to do… is be devoted and trustworthy. But this can be the most complicated because to have more than one devoted friend, you have to be obviously loyal to both people. Loyalty for some people means the whole ‘tell-eachother-everything’ sha-bang, not that I’m saying every relationship is even close to being like this. To do this, you might have to deceive the other devotee and tell the other aficionado things about the first one. Which if they are eachother’s devotees, this aggravates both of them, which in turn confuses you. This is just a simple example, it gets much worse. Oh.. and it also applies to everything.

So ummmmm. I think I’m stuck.


Song of my day. Hmmmm. Only because I’m re-obsessed with it, Boston by Augustana.

Welcoming Myself Back .. *

I feel pretty crummy that my first post in over a month isn’t big, good, or out of the ordinary. It’s small, humble, and it means something to me; and I followed the statement ‘dont post something bad just for the sake of postingg’ unkowingly. Thank you, Tejas.

Everything I had to say is small and sweet, whether it’s a goodbye to the 12ve’s, yesterdays awesomeness and satisfaction, my vacation, or just how much I phreaking missed blogging!

So, for the 12th graders… You know how much you’re going to be missed, each and every one of you. I'm sure you’ve been told that a million times, but it’s still worth saying! School isn’t going to be the same without you guys, Sharjah bus isn’t going to be the same without you guys, nothing’s going to be the same. I'm never going to forget you guys.

Nextly (new word :P), Sports Day was incredible. From marching, to running, to my flat-foot-ed-ness killing me, to relay, to getting torn apart by jungle-ball-playing-savage-fifth-graders! My house did astoundingly; we won. I made myself proud; I got gold in all my individual events (besides high jump, stop laughing!). My relay team rocked… My band friends rocked… My friends broke records… Yesterday was just out of this world.

Winter vacation. A very very overdue Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone! I saw my ENTIRE family, therefore my vacation, though it had its bad parts, was so worth it. Two new beautifully wonderful places and one old one. Is it possible to not have fun in Delhi?

Lastly. Blogging. I’ve missed blogging SO much. There’s nothing like writing, there’s nothing like reading. Regularity is back!

PS: I couldn’t not include this. Song of January: Here (In Your Arms), as much as you may hate that Reshma :P