It’s just one of those days
where I’m moody. No reason. Maybe it’s that time for girls that make them like
that. Either way, its 1028 and I’m supposed to be in bed (that’s right, I sleep
for 9 hours a day) but I’m not tired.
Maybe just a little, but not enough where I
want to say good night to today. I
haven't been blogging in a while and I don't know how many religiously follow
it but to those who do I’m sorry for no recent posts.
Any ways, it raining outside
and there is a power-cut (quite a common thing here in India) and all that
could come to my head was, "okay lets write something".
I’ve been unusually quiet
this evening and I don’t know why. I just don't feel like being nice to the
un-invited guests at my house right now.
Any other day I would have loved company but today was just not mine.
I'm sure they noticed me being a little different but hey, I'm allowed to be
off-color too.
So basically, all of a sudden
my mom tells me we're having guests. *yipeee* (being sarcastic) cause my plan
for then was to write in this really new cool notebook I bought (yes, fact
#593957385793 about me is that I have a fetish for really cute/elegant/funky
looking notebooks). What to write I didn’t know but I just had to fill it up
with something, and just when I was about to I have people pouring into my
home.
So now I had to be with them
and talk to them because they were really close to my mum and not doing the basic
formalities would have just been disastrous. #avoid. so after talking to them,
(although I didn't do a very good job of that) for a while I snuck out and
wrote a few of my audit notes in the book and closed it cause I didn't know
what else to write in it.
Any ways so I had dinner and
I’m up in my room. Relieved of all responsibilities for the day (which are
probably actually nothing really) and now I'm thinking about how it is outside.
Black. I hate the rain. Yea sure the earthy smell and the rejuvenations of
crops and all is a good thing but I don't like it. Rain results in messiness. It
results in water everywhere which make my feet wet when I’m wearing sandals. They
make things all smelly when I’m travelling, and the list goes on.
This is how I feel I need to
be before stepping out in the rain. Completely protected from any sort of
contact with water. Extreme? Maybe. I
just don’t like rain. In the end I do
come home being wet. It doesn't help. I am still a victim of nature’s moody
moments just as my friends are of mine. That’s
life, I guess.
Ultimately, at the end of the day I am in my
bed complaining about how it’s cold, dark and wet it is outside when I should
be asleep.
#goodnight
p.s. I do tend to write a
lot just when I’m about to go to sleep. I don't know why but all my energy to
write something somehow comes up right then!