understanding reality

Day: one of the last few days of Ramadan
Time: right after a full stomach ( sehry )
Music: vital signs - ajnabi
Activity: None .. hence the blog


Too much's going on. So much that I loose count. I've never used an organizer, always relied on memory to do the job. My brain has not let me down so far, but I guess it's about time I stop testing it. Tomorrow I shall organize and I'll make a 'mental' note of that right now:).
One thing I've realized, as long as there is food to eat not living at home is fine. Cats meow, dogs bark and humans talk. Cats, dogs and humans walk. Aloo parathas without dahee are not worth eating. Someone just called me an asshole. There's a half empty pack of pringles on my desk and I am tempted. Nobody knows me properly. I don't either. I have a class in 6 hours and already I'm thinking about skipping it. Life has not changed much back home. I don't miss much. Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. People think alot has changed, it has not... nothing that would not have happened has not happened. Life has followed the pattern it was on, nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Nothing that I can't see happening has not happened. You obviously don't get my drift. The poster with pink floyd albums painted on girls' backs is old now. I will watch the Boondock Saints tomorrow for the Nth time. I will try and count sheep as I go to sleep tonight. Fuck this sounds like real blog, I'm letting myself down. I'll go drown in evaporated water...