[hint: he plays cricket and his name starts with a number].
I take this opportunity to look back at my audacity when I decided to name my pet fish Brain Damage. It died. Next week. Death out of depression is starting to look less unlikely now.
Remember that episode from Dexter's Laboratory? The one where he goes to bed hearing "omelette du fromage" all night and wakes up and that's the only thing in his head? I was Dexter of the Day. I went to bed listening to Gotye's song (refer title of this post) and was aping the cute skeleton's move in the forest at 5 in the morning.
my new found love. Yes, you awesome piece of bones.
I wake up, spend an hour making notes for my presentation and make a run for it. I finish my "talk", and wait for questions to come.
Professor: So in your opinion,what is BLAA??
Me: It was blah. Through and through.
Professor notes that down in her notepad while I use my eye-ball stretching skills to view my grade. (ending pause)
And then (in a smaller voice)I blurt out -
"What do you want?"Shit.
Walk back to the seat.
Pretend they heard it wrong.
No eye contact.
Repeat. It must be karma that screwed me over cause right after presentation, I was to submit this shit long paper on my topic. I started working online and I was doing fairly job reading about crickets singing in slow motion. Then something happens and my skydrive stops working. Setbacks are part of life, ain't it?
I do it for the second time offline, sacrificing sleep and eating less. Aaaand the file just vanishes out of my roommate's muggle laptop.
I go back to the professor, breaks down and screams to nothing in particular,
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, LIFE?"
I'd really like to write more, but the winter's setting in. Bags to pack before I sleep, bags to pack before I sleep.
And hurrah! its raining.