Boredom=Blog Time.

This one is a post about Nothing in Particular.

Tomorrow we have a carnival at school. We've never had a carnival at school, and with good reason. Our school is, as I've said before, the size of a chicken coop. So I don't know what they plan on achieving by having a "Fun Carnival". I think it's because Southshore and even *gasp* NIXOR had one, so it's impossible for THE LYCEUM to miss out. Now, the reason why I'm expressing these anti-carnival sentiments is that I am a society head. Which should mean that I get to act very cool, throw my weight around, point my finger at people and shout "Yo BITCH! Make me a sandwich.". Instead, I'm sitting here making sandwiches wondering who the hell to put on duty at the stall (apart from myself). Oh, and, I have to be there an hour before the carnival starts in order to "help set up" and leave an hour after it ends in order to "help clean up". Nice, eh? Positions of power and their perks, sigh, I can never have enough of them. Also, the journalism society is far from the most popular one which invariably makes me wish for the student population to not be quite so dyslexic, but that's not going to change. If anything, they get dumber by the year.
The most popular societies are debates and M.A.D (Music, art and drama). Why? Because debating takes you to Lahore and (in my case) Boston. So after the ECA orientation 90% of the A1s flock to the debating society meeting in hopes of being on the team. It's quite an amusing process, if you ask me, but details will make me sound like a bitch so I'll refrain. (=)). As for Music, arts and drama. Well. I guess the name accounts for the popularity.
(I still think journalism's the most kickass, though)

b) The weirdest thing just happened. My sister decided to toast a slice of bread. When it came out of the toaster, it gave my sister an electric shock. Literally.
It's still crackling.
Wow.
Electric bread. Now THAT is an idea. Im'ma go look for a patent.

Okthnx.

I will do my homework now
I will do my homework now
I will do my homework now
I will do my homework now..












No, I won't. HeeHaa.

While watching an old Amitabh Bachan flick

Me: Yeh isska abba hai? Asal waala? Aisay kyuun kar raha hai?

Mum: Kyuunke isska abba kameena hai.


Hahaha <3

Lovely, it's rather ambitious of you to try to piece me together/figure me out, but I commend your efforts and find you quite adorable.
Thank you.

I have a test tomorrow, on Eliot, and I realised that more than laziness, I refuse to read the notes my teacher has given me because I don't want them to tamper with my interpretation about and feelings towards his work.

I'm enjoying literature after a long, long time.

And, I can't even feel guilty for not studying for the LCAT, because I am studying. Just not for that.

I don't feel much like P. Diddy

I'm up at 5 am in the morning working on six 25 mark history essays. None of which I have started, and I sure as hell don't have extensive knowledge of the topics they're about.
I'm wondering if there's any point to it at all, considering the fact that these transcripts don't have to be sent to any colleges and I'm pretty much done with my applications.
Seriously? I must be loony.

Earth to Jaahil

I am back. From Boston. From hiding (not that I was very well hidden). And from wherever else your imagination told you I was. Point is, I felt like blogging, so here I am.

Boston was...odd. It was lovely, it was horrible, it was great and it made me homesick. Basically, what I felt was confused. Except for the 45 minutes I was at the Harry Potter exhibition, because that made me so.insanely.happy.
Now that I'm back, I have work hitting me like a tidal wave. Assignments, tests, exams, the LUMS test(yuck) and begging the American people to give me more money. Apart from that, trying to find some way of earning money because I'm still, I reiterate, flat stinking broke and there's nothing I can do about it.

I'd say I want to go back to Boston, but I actually don't.
Where I do want to go, is Lahore. That was fun.