... is sappiness illegal? ... > March 01, 2005 One down, five to go. And if all exams go like the one today, I'm going to have no problem. But come, tomorrow, I'm one day closer to my Chemistry exam. Which I was supposed to have started studying for by now. My parents are right... I have no self-control. Anyways, I'm pissed... kinda... and I guess that warrants this entry. I would have done just as well on my exam today if I'd slept all morning cuz' none of the chapters that I'd studied came on the paper. I mean, who the hell gives an extract from an O'Henry story when you have Chekov in the same book? Not that O'Henry's bad... he's fun... you read it and then you're done. You don't analyze it. But that's what they did this time... set three one-dimensional stories and ignored all the great ones. The poem selection was better though. Though, obviously they didn't set Tulips... I think they think we're all a bunch of morons who can't comprehend Sylvia Plath. Well, seriously, we're all tired of the same old Shelley and Wordsworth. I mean there's only this much you can take of spirituality and elevation to a higher plane and trees and rain and grass and fields and meadows... and so the list goes on. Keats is slightly better but I guess I'm just tired of the romantic poets. But despite the fact that I hated the paper, I wrote and I wrote and I wrote. I didn't take even a one second break and it pissed me off to see Sahil sitting in front of me staring out the window every three minutes. And I think I induced premature arthiritis in my fingers. Screw exams. Today's a weird day. In the middle of it, I wanted to go onto my terrace and scream out at the world that I'm in love. I wished it was raining cuz' then it would be more picturesque, but then I guess you can't have everything. Its strange... I've never been the proclaim-my-love kind. I mean I spent the last two years denying the rumours (... although that really didn't do much good). But I don't know... suddenly I'm starting to wish that the stuff I used to mock in movies happens to me and today, I actually felt a connection with Ally. Yup... Psychotic desperado Ms. McBeal... I guess I'm losing it. Stony's pretty bad himself... he reads all these stories and he keeps thinking of us in those scenarios. Or maybe he's just making that up to make me feel better about being so lame. Which is probably it. I mean, Stony reading? When was the last time that happened? On another note, I'm listening to Girl and I can't believe how people can call the Beatles mush. I don't know what they did exactly, but they did it right. And Dire Straits is awesome... I really wish that I was going to the Mark Knopfler concert... I would definitely have gone if it had been after ISC... oh well, I guess if I go to the States, I'll be able to watch at least one of their concerts there. But what I really want is to go to a Doors concert. It pisses me off that that's impossible now. And back to the rant, the other day, I cried when I saw the last scene of Romeo and Juliet... again. the only cliche I haven't given into so far is crying while watching Titanic. I think the only solution is to watch all the inane comedies I can and desentisize myself to all the sap. Why am I scared of being true to my feelings? Its the norm here.. "Sometimes it hurts more then we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead." - Angel, Buffy The Vampire Slayer. ... pennies and nickels ... - March 25, 2005
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