A little too soon

Today was not a good day.

600 students standing around a bunch of candles and a picture of a girl who left just a little too early. 

A junior of mine from college, passed away on Saturday.

But it wasn't until today that it actually hit us.

18 is not an age to go. In fact, its very far away from an age to go. But then again, if there's anything I've learnt in the recent past, its that, anything, good or bad is all a part of the big picture. Now that picture maybe a beautiful Degas, or a scary Edvard Munch or a freaking chaotic Jackson Pollock, but its still our picture to make, and all the little bits of paint over the years add up at the end of it all.

Now her picture is probably done and all ready to be placed on a hook at the Met, but knowing her and the way she affected our lives, is a little bit of paint on our big pictures. And its fuchsia.

A color we'll definitely miss.

PS: She was a wonderful poet. Please drop by her blog and leave her a message. I'm sure it would mean a lot to her.

Dailies

*Got chills down my back from looking at a picture of a guy that I dont know. Not once, but several times. No one is allowed to be that cute.


*I actually sent more than 5 messages today from my useless phone. The purpose of a cell phone is usually lost on me.


*Managed to successfully sleep for more than 20 minutes before getting caught in class. Huge achievement.


*My unusually strong immune system is giving up on me. Sniffling through out the day is not pretty at all.


*Listened to Jason Mraz's "I'm Your's" 37 times this week. Yes, it is that amazing.


*Give it up for the Daily Sub. I don't know what I'd do without it. Oh wait. Yes, that's right, I'd probably starve.


Which reminds me, its time for lunch.

Decisions, decisions.

Ok I really need your help, because I'm completely incapable of making decisions by myself. Like five minutes back, I couldn't decide if I wanted to go to the loo or not. Because, isn't that like a life or death decision.

Ok back to business. No not my 'business'.

I've decided that its time this blog grew up a little. Its been almost two years and I'm desperate for a change. I'm gonna go for it, and get my own domain name. I would love to move to wordpress, but unfortunately lack the funds for a domain name AND monthly hosting, plus I'm scared I wont be able to design for wordpress, and that would be a big minus, because lets be honest, who really comes here for the content!

I spent two nights tearing my hair out over names. So I'm gonna ask you guys, because I'm scared my already nightmarish hair wont survive another night.

I'm still basing it on a lemon-ish theme, to keep my identity intact. I'm not willing to let go of that bit just as yet. Its just baby steps for now.

Lurkers, just click one please. I'm in dire need of opinions here. (I used the word 'dire', for heaven's sake!)

Thanks guys. Now all I need to do is weasel my dad's credit card, which is proving to be quite a task because he's one of those "I-don't-trust-the-internet-with-my-money" kinda people.

Wish me luck!

Confessions that are bound to make me pretty damn unpopular

1) I hate the idea of flowers as gifts.

I know you girls have bewildered expressions on your faces and are all "What?? You don't deserve to be a girl!!!', but seriously, there is no point to flowers as gifts. Number one, they're bloody expensive and number two, THEY DIE. Period.


2) Ice Cream isn't really that great.

Its creamy and its cold. Considering the fact that I'm not the biggest fan of cream or milk or anything cold, it just doesn't have that appeal on me.


3) I would gladly live in a tiny room with neon pink walls.

If you haven't noticed by now, I happen to have a pretty high tolerance of 'I-will-make-you-blind' colours. I would marry a rainbow and have its brightly coloured rainbow babies if I could.


4) I'd pick a quiet night home over going out any day.

And by going out I mean partying, clubbing, pub hopping, being in strange social situations, wanting to chop my head off for actually agreeing to go on one of the above mentioned night outs.


5) I expect service when I go out someplace to eat, and when I'm not happy, I make it known to the staff and the 34 other diners that are sitting around.

This is something I cannot help. I expect value for my money, not menus with a 150 items listed on them and ingredients for the kitchen to prepare only 10 of them. Yes, I am talking to you, Café Coffee Day.


6) I'm the only person on this planet who didn't think that 'The Dark Knight' was all that!

Yea, yea, hate me already. You know you want to.

Blah doesn't even begin to cover it.

I have been avoiding this compose page like a plague because I fear that I may have lost that single ounce of writing capability that I once had.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I have nothing to say.

Absolutely nothing.

Zero.

Zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

There are a lot of things on my mind, but trying to push them out of that hole in my face is proving to be quite a task.

So I'm going to leave it at that now, and hope that I get out of this funk in the near future.

Keep your fingers crossed.

ps: Just checked my stats and noticed that someone from the 'Fashion Institute of Technology', was on this site..whoever you are, if you do come back here and see this, can you please get in touch with me. Thanks a ton!