... pennies and nickels ... > March 25, 2005 I realized today that Diaryland is a site for kids... toddlers more precisely. I can't believe I didn't see it before. I mean they have a cartoon kitten on their linker icon for heaven's sake. And their splash page is a riot of colours and kiddy flowers and animals. *beats head repeatedly on the keyboard* Why... why didn't I go there first when I joined? I never even recognized the hidden adolescence in the very name of the site - Diaryland. Geez... it sounds like something out of a Peter Pan story. In my defense however, I was tricked. My present template is awesome... and since it was meant for Diaryland, I just signed up for an account with it before doing my research. And yesterday was the unlucky day I visited the FAQ page of this site and realized that the language the owner or whoever used was targeted at a three year old's comprehension skills. I died. After agonizing over how I should just shift everything to Blogger before anybody caught me out (I'm eighteen and I'll be going to college soon and yes... my image really matters to me) for hours, my lazy side came riding to this journal's rescue and I realized that I was too lazy to modify the coding to fit the Blogger template because I love this layout to death and I'm not parting with it. So, I stay here... irrespective of how many kids use this site and irrespective of how inappropriate my entries are for the PG public. Wow... its nice being decisive for a change. I went to CCD with Stony today... it was something I had to do. I think I've allowed my shy side to run me too much. I hate being teased and I hate being talked about... but I'm not going to let that make me embarassed about anything I'm doing. Because I know I'm right and completely justified. I think its pathetic to let myself be affected by asinine people giggling vacuously at something so mundane... I mean mundane from the 21st century point of view. Seriously, small town people have some major issues they need to work out. It felt good to finally meet Stony after so long... face to face, and not from across the street as was normal during and before the exams. Its been two months and at this point, I seriously didn't care if the whole world judged me... what was important was just seeing him. Munami and Nikhil walked in when we there and snickered as I'd expected. And by the time, I'd come home, they'd spread it through their stupid grapevine and I had to endure Pig's idiotic insinuations for fifteen minutes. Its so frickin' annoying walking into your house after a particularly great date and attending to someone on the phone not even five minutes later regaling you with the lamest witticisms that you can imagine. I hate my town... I hate it... I hate it... I hate it... I can't wait to be out of Jampot with its narrow-minded and backstabbing people. But even this comes with a sting in the tail. Leaving Jampot also means leaving my friends behind and most importantly, leaving Stony behind. Its a catch 22 situation. Nitwit is amazing... he literally is. Since Stony was going to be slightly late, he told Nitwit to go meet me instead and keep me company until he came. And Nit actually did. He walked out of band practice and met me in Bistupur before CCD after we'd had a huge "I'm not talking to you ever again" fight because he'd offered to give Morphine an Eminem bag that was originally promised to me. I mean, sure, it started out like a fun fight, but then, we took it one step further anyway and decided to make it into something really major. That's why Nit's my soulmate. He loves drama as much as I do... I'm sure of it. And he and I think alike on almost every subject on the planet and most of the time, we say the same thing together too. But, what I was saying was that he actually stayed with me all throughout until Stony showed up (not even apologetic, I must add), and then promptly left. Seriously... he's my best friend. There's no doubt about that. It doesn't matter how much we've drifted apart... at the end of the day, he's always there for me. Three perverts molested me on my way to Bistupur. Seriously, you have no idea how frustrating it is when you can't do anything to the guy just because he's bigger and stronger than you; and you don't want to make things worse on a lonely road. Two guys on very slow moving bicycles molested me all of a sudden when I was walking up a more or less deserted path and they didn't even have the frickin decency to move away faster after that. It was like they knew that I couldn't do anything to them, even if I caught up with them. I hate being so weak... I really do. And then this third guy on a scooty on the frickin main road. I had no chance to catch up with him even if I'd wanted to. Helpless. That's the worst feeling you can get. It seriously is. On another note, I hate Oprah. She's the problem with the world. Using your show as some kind of super-commercial platform is just sickening. It was a Christmas give-away episode rerun yesterday and they had this bunch of teachers down who they were giving away gifts to. Jeez... what a HUGE production they made out of it. Everytime she revealed something particularly effeminate, the audience shrieked in one key and some people almost fainted while crying. Every frickin person there was jumping and screaming - especially when she read out the price for each item. That's the state of America's teachers. God bless them. Oh sorry... forgot that I don't believe in God. But it was like this syncophanated celebration of everything material and frankly, the longest advertisement ever. She might have started her show with good intentions, but now, Oprah is nothing more than a puppet who the corporate bigwigs swing whichever way they want. If only marxism could work... "Don't give a woman advice. One should never give a woman something she can't wear in the evening." ~ Oscar Wilde. ... pennies and nickels ... - March 25, 2005
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