So, what does it feel like to be sentenced to death?
Just wondering.

On my mind right now:
Arthur Miller
Oscar Wilde
Uni apps
Heroin addictions
Money

That's pretty darn funky, if you ask me. Honestly. Seriously. Totally.

If wishes were horses...

Will work for money.

If anyone's wondering how my SAT went, it was horrible. English was cake easy, or perhaps I speak too soon... Math, however... let's just say my innate phobia of math set in and took over. People like me should get an additional 15 minutes on all math sections.
And for those who give the SAT more than once: I salute you. I don't know how anyone can do it multiple times.

This post, however, isn't about the SAT. I did as well as I expected I would do. So yeah. It's about monehz.

As per usual, I'm flat, stinking broke. I've been looking for jobs, because I desperately need the money ( and prostitution is not an option, before anyone suggests it.) and there's nothing. Nothing. Newspapers and magazines are not willing to pay and those that are don't want any more writers.
I thought about outsourcing, but those people have yet to get back to me.
Same goes for RJ-ing.
And tuitions... well.. I put up flyers, and figured no one wants literature, english or socio tuitions... So that's that.
(but umm, the offer stands. If you're in Karachi and doing your O levels, or know anyone in Karachi doing their O levels and needing tuitions for those subjects, you know where to find me? Yes.)


Whattodo whattodo.
Seriously, what to do?

Whoever said money can't buy happiness was speaking with a pile of cow dung in his/her mouth, and spraying it on the rest of the world. I can recall countless instances where money has made me very happy. I could make a whole new blog about it. The money can't buy happiness thing is the same deal as "Jo hota hai achay ke liye hota hai." Sorry, that's another one liner you can't use with me.

A little help would be nice God.

So I thought maybe...

I haven't been blogging much. Not that anyone cares, but Tweeting is so much more.. convenient? If not eloquent..
Last time I blogged, I'd forwarded my SAT date, which didn't help for shit. I'm still where I was, which happens to be a gazillion steps away from even the pathetic place in life more commonly referred to as Square One. And I have a literature AS one day before, so Dear God, if you must punish Charlotte Bronte for anything, now's the time and I have a few suggestions.

At this point in time, I'm suffering quite a few problems of my own. Since this is my blog, I can rant as systematically and as much as I want. As much as I want being, of course, a lot. So, ladies and gentlemen, and the ghosts of my imagination who read this blog:

1. Harvard Model United Nations. Boston. January 2010. Visas, check. Registration, check. Parental permission, check. Sponsors.... errrr..
Yeah. About that. I'm trying to resign myself to the fact that there's a very, very high probability that I won't be able to go because no one is willing to sponsor these days and I'm a poor kid from a third world, terror ridden country. Who got a U.S visa, but nonetheless. It's a bit difficult to accept, seeing how HarvardMUN is *this* far away from my reach and it happens to be something of a dream come true... I'd thought I'd be lucky if I made it to Lahore...
The offer is out there. If y'all want to help fulfil a poor kid's dream, you know where to find me.

2. College. All my life I went on about how I wanted to study law. Now that I have to decide what I want to do with my life, the wonderful dearth of options is actually making me consider taking a year off. There's one place that I want to go to if I stay here, no prizes for guessing where, but my stellar O level results and amazing predictions of SAT scores are more than an indication of where my fate rests when it comes to that particular place. I haven't applied to many places abroad because financial aid is very readily available and I don't want to be a beggar. Ha. Yeah. Anyway. Which leads me to....

3. I'm applying to one place in the States.Mount Holyoke. And no, not because I've suddenly decided to walk the other path. Not because I've been beaten and battered into it either. I want to go there. It's my first choice. Which has elicited many a "are you sure you want to go to an all women's college....?" Yeah, I'm extremely sure. Men aren't God's divine creatures who I won't be able to live without, thank you very much. So, Early Decision One, whichmeans the deadline is november 15th which means poor Jaahil is more screwed than ever. I should stop entertaining dreams of going to Holyoke.

Basically, money, or its lack thereof, is the root cause of all the evil problems in my life. I hate you money.

So like..

I changed my SAT to the 7th of November.
One day before the SAT.
I am a happy cookie. My mother, however, is an entirely different issue altogether and seems to be thinking that I'm refusing to give the SAT at all and making a fool out of her.
Haye.
BUT.

I CHANGED MY SAT DATE=D

Explanations unnecessary.

Sanaa~ says:
yaar tum na obsess buhat kartee ho
i will
thappar you
pluto88 says:
I know. I think I am a convoluted form of a highly unsuccessful perefectionist.
Sanaa~ says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
that
pluto88 says:
o.0
Sanaa~ says:
is so true.
i swear.
it is.
pluto88 says:
I know. FML.
x_x


Story of our lives. Sigh.

Eid Mubarak. -_-

My memories for the past few days comprise of cough syrup, anti-allergy medicine, Panadols, green tea, honey, lemon, salt water gargles.... basically, anything that will rid me of this horribly disgusting flu that I seem to have caught. Apparently it's one of those "viral" thingies ( I hate that word, something always happens to me whenever I hear it's around.) that come and go as they please, so my efforts towards curing myself might as well be going down the drain.

My time is divided evenly between coughing, sneezing, spending quality time with my box of tissue paper, sounding like a foghorn and, when I have the luxury of it, sleeping. Unfortunately, all these funny medicines make me want to zonk out within an hour of me having taken them. Today was the first day of Eid, and I sedated myself with lots of sleepy-drugs and went out with the family trying to, but failing miserably at, looking like a happy cookie. I didn't even care that everyone complimented my sister on being dressed up like it was her wedding. The few times I did open my mouth to speak, my voice put me off so much that I had to shut up and devote myself to smiling inanely at random people. ( Random people I know, not random as in Walking-On-The-Sidewalk-So-I-Whistled-At-Them random.)

Apparently, even that little bit of talking was too much of a strain for my delicate throat. And this being the same throat that has vocal chords capable of jabbering on for hours, and hours and hours. Just imagine me not talking. Can you? I can't either. I came back home and I was almost croaking. So I drugged myself a little more, and went to bed. And here I am, up at 4:30 am, wide-eyed enough to be blogging. When I'd woken up, I thought my throat had miraculously healed itself because I could talk and I didn't sound so bad. It didn't even hurt. But about 40 minutes later, it's back to square one. Whoever said sleep fixes a sore throat can just go suck it. It doesn't.

Then there's my mum, who seems to think I'm about to drop dead every single time I fall ill, which is at least once a month ( I found this out because Abdul and Aki were talking about how often I seem to be ill, and once a month was their average). I think she should, by now, be used to the fact that I have a screwed up immune system and I won't eat desi ghee ke parathay to fix it. She thinks it's because I didn't eat pakoras this ramadan and constantly reminds me of how I was a healthy and happy (Read fat and ugly) kid. At least my face doesn't look like a balloon anymore.

Also, I'm convinced that I'm jinxed. This time, I have RotMUN starting on Thursday. When I had typhoid, I couldn't be in the school play. Everysingletime I'm about to do something fun, I fall ill. Divine intervention, karma or does someone really, really hate me?

I wouldn't know.
I want to talk again. =(