I discovered something new and comparatively productive to do- glass painting. I found the glass paints atop ( yeah, atop. I'm running out of space with all the junk discarded in my table.) my table, lying abandoned and waiting to be used. The last time In used it was for the Maths Lab Polygon which I made, and all the teacher did was keep in the cupboard shelf among the crowd of many other similar ones. I sure am planning to get that back some day!
So, I managed to paint/ spoil a few glasses and scraps of plastic. It was fun getting messy after such a long time. It's the nearest I could get to my life- long ambition of rolling in the mud. Like a pig. Ha. Ha.
Also, another radical thing happened. I got a sudden urge to take a bath after like nearly 5 days. Phew!
Alright, I was joking . . . or was I?
While in the bathroom, I read ( For those who are slow on the uptake, I read in the bathroom) and discovered that Laloo Prasad Yadav refused an honorary doctorate from Patna University. Frankly speaking, I don't blame him. Even he didn't think it sounded right! No offense intended to Laloo Yadav followers. Or himself.
For those who want to know how the TV's doing, it's mainly screening trash with
Although I haven't read Jhumpa Lahiri's Namesake , I am particularly interested/ eager to see it's movie version.
In the book, the first half is mainly about a Bengali couple who move to the USA. They have a son and name him Gogol. With a reason. The son grows up to find his name weird ( I don't blame him for that, honestly.) and is constantly mocked at. I'll probably see the Meera Nair creation sometime, once it's released.
I managed to play the guitar for quiet some time today and am planning to start on a book, soon. Today while conversing with my friend on phone, I realized that she's had my library book for nearly a month.
She was meaning to tell me about it but when she noticed that I didn't remember, she decided not to tell.
I mean, some enlightenment. And I didn't even notice the missing Lost Colony.
Anyway, there are just 3 days to go for the day our destiny will be decided . . . the day many people will decide from life and death . . . the day~
Fine, I'll stop. I'm going a bit too far maybe. It's just the results of the Final exams of class 8. Sure.
I can't wait to go to school and I think it's about time to sleep. I can hear my mom calling . . .
Au revoir pour aujor'hui!
tomorrow, another day will dawn . . .
