This one Sunday night three weeks ago, I get drunk. Stupidly.
I just got back to college from home, it's around nine. Roomie has some booze - 400 ml of Smirnoff White Rum. Sort of a celebration, back to campus and all.
I chug down more than half in 15 minutes. Mix what's left with Coke.
I go downstairs, hang about. I pay too much attention to a random friend for some reason, clicking his pictures, asking him the status of his Monarchy (the friend is a Prince) and how many people he'd have to kill off to be crowned King. By now, Roomie is down and attracting attention. Thing is, we two are casually titled the funniest roomies. But she's the one smelling of rum and whining about how she's not drunk. Eyes constantly turn towards me and I laugh it off, rolling my eyes. Then it finally hits me hard.
My stomach's beginning to hurt, my headache's killing me. I manage to "walk" to the bathroom and collapse on the seat in a stall. I can't look up, my neck can't take the weight and my eyes can't focus.
I can look down at my shoes. I try to get up and fall back. If I try to look ahead, I almost puke, the door's shaking, and it's going to fall on me.
I stay like that for half an hour. Mustering all my strength, I climb up the stairs to my room, collapse on all the shopping bags on my bed. I'm having the worst time ever, promising myself I would never drink again. I need to puke, my insides are on fire and my skull feels like cracking open.
Roomie comes in three hours later, complaining about how she was the only one smelling of alcohol even though I was more smashed than she was, I push off the bags and pass out.
Not going to drink ever again. Ugh.
***
Now we all know Cole. He's cute, but he's too shy for his own good. Too introverted, I say.
So one day,
Cole found out I liked him.
Then I found out that he got to know I liked him.
Then he found out I knew that he knew that I liked him.
Now I want him to know that I don't really like him, even though I sort of did.
Epic way to fuck things up without really doing much in the first place. Just when we were getting to know each other better. Now, when he sits across from me on Poker Nights, it's FUCKING AWKWARD.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Am back home for the weekend.
I read through my last post and was horrified at the quality. Have decided to change writing style for this blog, alter it to fit in more events and facts.
School is crazily busy. Raver is doing a good job of slowly proving himself a good friend and so is Cairn. Conversation with JD in a group is strained but whatever little time we get away to talk shows that he's thankfully still the same person. My room-mate Scoop deserves a new post. Too many more friends and people to write about.
Nao, it is time to introduce a very important character - Cole.
Cole is totally into Ecko Unltd (read : niggerwear) and is rather shy and VERY cute.
A week back, I'd been sitting out after dinner giggling about Cole with Kush, a good guy friend, who found it all very amusing, when he walked by. Kush threatened to call Cole and tell him I found him cute if I didn't initiate a conversation with him. Having little choice, I called out to him to come over. He froze and dawdled, unsure if I was talking to him, Kush assured me it was because he was scared I might kick him in the shins or someshit. When he finally made his way over to us, I gravely told him what I was going to say might not be received well and he shouldn't take offense. '.. but I think Kush has a crush on you'.
That was my conversation starter. Not original, but very funneh.
Oh, and more later.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Homeboy Raver
21st October
I remembered thinking about how easy it was going to be avoid Raver. I joked about it in my head six days back in class when I writing out the last post. I thought of how weird it really was that his way of looking over was the same as mine - as if I was scanning the room for someone else when my eyes dart his way for the smallest of seconds.
I saw him for the first time on the Orientation, minutes after he'd arrived. I looked over at him standing in a group saying something funny myself while he laughed at a joke he'd just made over there.
4 hours later when we were at the hostel and we were standing within a few meters of each other, I looked over at the same time as him. It lasted a second before both of us quickly looked away, but it was the most uncomfortable second I'd ever felt. Though I was sure the look on his face, the stare, was the same as mine, i felt examined and evaluated.
We stayed out of the other's way for a few days save for a glance met here and there. One afternoon in the first week when our celebrity MP Chancellor visited the campus, we sat in the same group for a couple of hours. We both mock-sang the Atreyu song we both loved and talked randomly.
That night I was in the common room after dinner. I'd connected my iPod to someone's sound system, playing my music. It was one minute into Killswitch Engage's Eye of the Storm when he and his drummer friend Syk tore through one of the doors into the room. Clutching his side, Syk incredulously looked at me and asked me if the collection was mine. I rolled my eyes and said yes. He swore and said how they both were walking towards the common room when they heard the music, looked at each other and broke into a run at the same time.
What followed was an epic three hours of headbanging and Syk repeatedly shouting I love you! as he went through my music. Raver was as vocal and enthusiastic, more impressed by me than he was a few days ago, even though we'd chatted once online for a couple of hours. There were more people attracted to the scene, but there were only five true headbangers on the scene after we were joined by JD and another guitarist. The posers hung about, uneasily remarking at the 'awesomeness' of every other track.
A few more days of casual banter in class and a few discussions and debates, glances at lunch or dinner followed. He began to play badminton too, and I wasn't complaining. I was regaining my form and he was finding himself unable to pick my smashes, resulting in hilarious conversation and much friendly, creative abusing.
We were hanging out together more and more, and I was finding it easier to look his way. He looked over with equal ease. We talked about things I'd never thought we'd talk about. He became my partner-in-crime, someone who sat a few seats away from me and with whom I'd be on fb chat at the same time, plotting something new. We'd walk over to our favourite fool and I'd say something; Raver wouldn't need any telling- he'd know exactly what I meant and continue for me.
Yesterday afternoon we both had the craziest college food fight with cake, rice pudding, gravy and cement mixture. A video exists, by the way. It was somewhere around the time he had wet cement in his hand and I had gravy in mine that we discreetly reached a consensus, in front of more than fifty spectators who had little idea what we were deciding, to run to someone else and dunk it on them. Last night we were out and talking for more than 5 hours, but always joined by someone else.
He tries to annoy me by calling me by my nickname but ends up calling me that most of the time when he has something funny to say, something which no one else here does that often. His deathstare is similar to mine.
There are too many things we both have in common. We both share an insane love for Bounty, for one. We have the same damn view on Metallica, word-to-word. We think on similar lines. When he speaks out in class, I feel like he's reading my thoughts. We argue the same way, crack jokes the same way, gesture the same way, like and dislike the same things, do things the same way. The only difference is that he's more of a Republican when I'm a true Dem.
The only difference this time is that I've not completely fallen for him, I know him too well by now, the same way he probably knows me. We both like different people.
I've been sitting on a couch in the library for more than an hour. He'd walked in with his group after gymming and was going through the bookshelves. He picked up a newspaper and came and sat next to me on the same couch, just before I started on this post, as his friends hung about around. He leaned over when I was going through a wiki article about Windows Me and reading the headlines from the widget, looked at what I was reading and asked me if I had Firefox. I said no. He said websites blocked by the admin were accessible from Firefox. Syk shook his head and said it was a rumour. He went back to his newspaper and left after a minute with his group. I sort of wished he'd stayed.
A few hours ago, Nikola and I were sitting outside the common room alone.
She said she was glad I and Raver were finally bonding. I grimaced 'That, I'm not. I can never trust him'.
I remembered thinking about how easy it was going to be avoid Raver. I joked about it in my head six days back in class when I writing out the last post. I thought of how weird it really was that his way of looking over was the same as mine - as if I was scanning the room for someone else when my eyes dart his way for the smallest of seconds.
I saw him for the first time on the Orientation, minutes after he'd arrived. I looked over at him standing in a group saying something funny myself while he laughed at a joke he'd just made over there.
4 hours later when we were at the hostel and we were standing within a few meters of each other, I looked over at the same time as him. It lasted a second before both of us quickly looked away, but it was the most uncomfortable second I'd ever felt. Though I was sure the look on his face, the stare, was the same as mine, i felt examined and evaluated.
We stayed out of the other's way for a few days save for a glance met here and there. One afternoon in the first week when our celebrity MP Chancellor visited the campus, we sat in the same group for a couple of hours. We both mock-sang the Atreyu song we both loved and talked randomly.
That night I was in the common room after dinner. I'd connected my iPod to someone's sound system, playing my music. It was one minute into Killswitch Engage's Eye of the Storm when he and his drummer friend Syk tore through one of the doors into the room. Clutching his side, Syk incredulously looked at me and asked me if the collection was mine. I rolled my eyes and said yes. He swore and said how they both were walking towards the common room when they heard the music, looked at each other and broke into a run at the same time.
What followed was an epic three hours of headbanging and Syk repeatedly shouting I love you! as he went through my music. Raver was as vocal and enthusiastic, more impressed by me than he was a few days ago, even though we'd chatted once online for a couple of hours. There were more people attracted to the scene, but there were only five true headbangers on the scene after we were joined by JD and another guitarist. The posers hung about, uneasily remarking at the 'awesomeness' of every other track.
A few more days of casual banter in class and a few discussions and debates, glances at lunch or dinner followed. He began to play badminton too, and I wasn't complaining. I was regaining my form and he was finding himself unable to pick my smashes, resulting in hilarious conversation and much friendly, creative abusing.
We were hanging out together more and more, and I was finding it easier to look his way. He looked over with equal ease. We talked about things I'd never thought we'd talk about. He became my partner-in-crime, someone who sat a few seats away from me and with whom I'd be on fb chat at the same time, plotting something new. We'd walk over to our favourite fool and I'd say something; Raver wouldn't need any telling- he'd know exactly what I meant and continue for me.
Yesterday afternoon we both had the craziest college food fight with cake, rice pudding, gravy and cement mixture. A video exists, by the way. It was somewhere around the time he had wet cement in his hand and I had gravy in mine that we discreetly reached a consensus, in front of more than fifty spectators who had little idea what we were deciding, to run to someone else and dunk it on them. Last night we were out and talking for more than 5 hours, but always joined by someone else.
He tries to annoy me by calling me by my nickname but ends up calling me that most of the time when he has something funny to say, something which no one else here does that often. His deathstare is similar to mine.
There are too many things we both have in common. We both share an insane love for Bounty, for one. We have the same damn view on Metallica, word-to-word. We think on similar lines. When he speaks out in class, I feel like he's reading my thoughts. We argue the same way, crack jokes the same way, gesture the same way, like and dislike the same things, do things the same way. The only difference is that he's more of a Republican when I'm a true Dem.
The only difference this time is that I've not completely fallen for him, I know him too well by now, the same way he probably knows me. We both like different people.
I've been sitting on a couch in the library for more than an hour. He'd walked in with his group after gymming and was going through the bookshelves. He picked up a newspaper and came and sat next to me on the same couch, just before I started on this post, as his friends hung about around. He leaned over when I was going through a wiki article about Windows Me and reading the headlines from the widget, looked at what I was reading and asked me if I had Firefox. I said no. He said websites blocked by the admin were accessible from Firefox. Syk shook his head and said it was a rumour. He went back to his newspaper and left after a minute with his group. I sort of wished he'd stayed.
A few hours ago, Nikola and I were sitting outside the common room alone.
She said she was glad I and Raver were finally bonding. I grimaced 'That, I'm not. I can never trust him'.
Monday, October 19, 2009
15th October
Time changes everything.
12 Days.
Not even half a month.
I woke up liking one person and going to sleep thinking about another. Three of my closest friends are people I thought I would hate when I would meet them. I never anticipated the million mosquito bites I would get from staying up and out for too long. I managed to almost ruin one friendship already and got into many more messy situations.
Today, the 15th of October, is a Thursday. Political Science in the morning, Legal Methods in the afternoon. It is 10 AM.
One of the funny boys from the other section, my roomie and another friend are standing outside the class in front of one of the observation panels. They’re pretending to moon the class and the Prof looks at them with a very slight frown while everyone does their best not to burst out laughing.
Raver sits at 2 o’clock in class. Last night I decided he’d been enough trouble for me, that I should cut all ties with him. DramaBoy is a waste of time. I can remember my last conversation with JD - a mere two sentence exchange.
Sig, an old rock and metal fanatic isn't ugly, and neither is Cairn, a rock band singer.
Life's not bad.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Find Another Girl Across The Bar, 'Cause L-O-V-E's Not Where This Was
I want YOU to take this blog seriously, because I do take it fucking seriously. This is not to be treated as an extension of Sour White. I'm asking you for this one favor - this is a different blog by the same author about a different part of life.
Also, now that you know where I will be going, I've taken the first post off of public domain just in case someone decides to ruin the party and squeal.
Over the past few weeks I've forced myself to socialize with future friends, frenemies and plain enemies. Time to introduce you to the currently central characters, I say.
Take note, as of now, no character knows the other in reality as opposed to virtual space (counting out the twins)
The InGroup - People Who Sent Me Friend Requests And Were Approved
Part A - The Interesting Ones.
Psychonaut aka JD
He's come back to India from Dubai, plays bass in a few bands down south (touring) and is always high - he says since he does his doses well unlike the poser stoners, his cognition is good as ever. He is a former /b/tard, an atheist who has leftist leanings. Is very funny and endearing, used to be into heavy metal, has 'progressed' to Jazz now. Exchange is limited to facebook messages and the occasional livingsocial activity. However, have shown progress and looks like we have a lot in common. Is a total player. Rather cute.
I'm sort of interested. He tags me in his notes. :D
Drama Boy
Is currently in Manhattan. I have enough evidence to believe this is not his first trip there. Appears to be rather worldly. Claims to have had six years of experience in NSD. Is cute. Am not interested right now.
I accepted his friend request a few hours ago. Have not sent him a message. Protocol.
(If you're the one sending the friend request, this is how the protocol goes. Not made up by me, it's generally acceptable and noted.
Friend Request Sent.
Wait For Approval.
Approved? No. Move on.
Yes? Send a message. If you're shy, maybe the other person will help your sorry ass and send YOU a message or post on your wall or comment on your picture.
Whatever you do, do not comment on their picture or a note before you have secured a line of communication through wall posts or messages if you have made the First Ever Move by sending them a friend request. Such a move will set off some stalker alarms, at the very least will leave the other party a little unsettled. It is, however, okay for them to do so.
After this, let it run it's natural course with the pauses and changes in track.)
There is another one. He's yet to send me a friend request. Let's call him Raver.
Raver's profile is semi-public, so I've seen his pictures. Is cute. From what I can guess, his policy is the same as mine for future college mateys- add only those who add you first. Which is a little annoying, because while even Psychonaut and Drama Boy had the same policy but they eventually caved in and sent me requests, it's been more than two weeks and this guy who knows I exist and am in the group is yet to do anything. This sounds very conceited, but I'm too bothered to give a shit. Raver expects a friend request, Raver shalt not get one. He plays the leads in a band of his own and has a lot of free time. Is actively social on the group. A similarity between Psychonaut and Raver (who have become sort of buddies on facebook) is that they're both funny and have good grammar. Which is hot.
Drama Boy is a little too dramatic, from what I can make out of his 'Mr. Pessimism But I love Me Too' stance plastered over his info and waxed on on his status updates.
Raver and I have mutual friends, and these mutual friends have status updates and pictures and activities that can be commented upon without any raised eyebrows. There are some whom I have marked as 'not an idiot' who are kept around using communicative tools, and it is acceptable for me to comment on anything I want to comment on if I get there before Raver. I'm doing my best avoiding crossing his path on a thread which might get really awkward. Not going to chat up Raver, even though he and I have so much in common - it might end up looking staged if I open my mouth. Eghh. I don't want to remember, but there have been quite a few instances where I wanted to comment on something but he'd already been there done that, incredibly, with something very similar to what I wanted to type out.
A couple of days ago, a general discussion about the party scene on campus on the group lead to a shout out for a DJ.
I keep myself scarce for fear of coming across as one of the excitable fools but I did post a reply in the affirmative.
Raver replies with a 'Even I can DJ. Anyone got turntables?'
Not '@Antigone - Even I DJ. What's the turntables scene?'
If he's suggesting that anyone can DJ, then I'm offended. If he's suggesting that he can DJ too, fine, even though it was the written equivalent of 'yeah I heard you but I'm going to go ahead and shout out my reply to the general public around here so it doesn't look like I'm addressing you directly because why would I want to do that?'
Also, can someone tell me what the fuck is up with the turntables shit? Anyone heard of a law student finding a way to fit a turntable into a suitcase when they're off to Law School? He's not stupid, so it's probably a hit. Taking the high road, I ignored the post. Hmphh.
Next Part in next post. Too many interesting people to write about, too many stories and too tired are my fingers.
Also, now that you know where I will be going, I've taken the first post off of public domain just in case someone decides to ruin the party and squeal.
Over the past few weeks I've forced myself to socialize with future friends, frenemies and plain enemies. Time to introduce you to the currently central characters, I say.
Take note, as of now, no character knows the other in reality as opposed to virtual space (counting out the twins)
The InGroup - People Who Sent Me Friend Requests And Were Approved
Part A - The Interesting Ones.
Psychonaut aka JD
He's come back to India from Dubai, plays bass in a few bands down south (touring) and is always high - he says since he does his doses well unlike the poser stoners, his cognition is good as ever. He is a former /b/tard, an atheist who has leftist leanings. Is very funny and endearing, used to be into heavy metal, has 'progressed' to Jazz now. Exchange is limited to facebook messages and the occasional livingsocial activity. However, have shown progress and looks like we have a lot in common. Is a total player. Rather cute.
I'm sort of interested. He tags me in his notes. :D
Drama Boy
Is currently in Manhattan. I have enough evidence to believe this is not his first trip there. Appears to be rather worldly. Claims to have had six years of experience in NSD. Is cute. Am not interested right now.
I accepted his friend request a few hours ago. Have not sent him a message. Protocol.
(If you're the one sending the friend request, this is how the protocol goes. Not made up by me, it's generally acceptable and noted.
Friend Request Sent.
Wait For Approval.
Approved? No. Move on.
Yes? Send a message. If you're shy, maybe the other person will help your sorry ass and send YOU a message or post on your wall or comment on your picture.
Whatever you do, do not comment on their picture or a note before you have secured a line of communication through wall posts or messages if you have made the First Ever Move by sending them a friend request. Such a move will set off some stalker alarms, at the very least will leave the other party a little unsettled. It is, however, okay for them to do so.
After this, let it run it's natural course with the pauses and changes in track.)
There is another one. He's yet to send me a friend request. Let's call him Raver.
Raver's profile is semi-public, so I've seen his pictures. Is cute. From what I can guess, his policy is the same as mine for future college mateys- add only those who add you first. Which is a little annoying, because while even Psychonaut and Drama Boy had the same policy but they eventually caved in and sent me requests, it's been more than two weeks and this guy who knows I exist and am in the group is yet to do anything. This sounds very conceited, but I'm too bothered to give a shit. Raver expects a friend request, Raver shalt not get one. He plays the leads in a band of his own and has a lot of free time. Is actively social on the group. A similarity between Psychonaut and Raver (who have become sort of buddies on facebook) is that they're both funny and have good grammar. Which is hot.
Drama Boy is a little too dramatic, from what I can make out of his 'Mr. Pessimism But I love Me Too' stance plastered over his info and waxed on on his status updates.
Raver and I have mutual friends, and these mutual friends have status updates and pictures and activities that can be commented upon without any raised eyebrows. There are some whom I have marked as 'not an idiot' who are kept around using communicative tools, and it is acceptable for me to comment on anything I want to comment on if I get there before Raver. I'm doing my best avoiding crossing his path on a thread which might get really awkward. Not going to chat up Raver, even though he and I have so much in common - it might end up looking staged if I open my mouth. Eghh. I don't want to remember, but there have been quite a few instances where I wanted to comment on something but he'd already been there done that, incredibly, with something very similar to what I wanted to type out.
A couple of days ago, a general discussion about the party scene on campus on the group lead to a shout out for a DJ.
I keep myself scarce for fear of coming across as one of the excitable fools but I did post a reply in the affirmative.
Raver replies with a 'Even I can DJ. Anyone got turntables?'
Not '@Antigone - Even I DJ. What's the turntables scene?'
If he's suggesting that anyone can DJ, then I'm offended. If he's suggesting that he can DJ too, fine, even though it was the written equivalent of 'yeah I heard you but I'm going to go ahead and shout out my reply to the general public around here so it doesn't look like I'm addressing you directly because why would I want to do that?'
Also, can someone tell me what the fuck is up with the turntables shit? Anyone heard of a law student finding a way to fit a turntable into a suitcase when they're off to Law School? He's not stupid, so it's probably a hit. Taking the high road, I ignored the post. Hmphh.
Next Part in next post. Too many interesting people to write about, too many stories and too tired are my fingers.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Need
If my school is more than 20 days away from formally starting a new semester, why the blog?
My Law School is unique. It's fancy, different and brand new. Not something I'm going to think about, just as long as "parameters" are met, bitch, which is apparently going to happen. No, that's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the people I'm going to school with for the next five years; four and three quarters if I can make it onto the exchange program our school has with a few ivy league schools. Yes, Harvard is included.
Since this is a new school with no pre-existing student body, and I'm not the only one who's going loco waiting for October, kids from our college are socializing like horny rats on facebook. There are two main base groups to cater to the kind. Starved ones are already adding people in frenzied bouts of 'oh-my-God-my-other-friends-have-moved-on-to-their-new-friends-and-i-hope-you're-my-next-new-best-friend-because-i-want-to-be-popular-in-the-new-school-and-rock-this-town-and-paint-it-red-after-referencing-every-pop-culture-reference-i-am-aware-of-yet'.
Of course, I'm not begging around for friendship, but I am obliged to accept friend requests unless the 'make-me-your-friend-even-though-i-don't-know-you-yet-see-you-very-soon' looks creepy - intuition and really ugly mugs.
My Law School is unique. It's fancy, different and brand new. Not something I'm going to think about, just as long as "parameters" are met, bitch, which is apparently going to happen. No, that's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the people I'm going to school with for the next five years; four and three quarters if I can make it onto the exchange program our school has with a few ivy league schools. Yes, Harvard is included.
Since this is a new school with no pre-existing student body, and I'm not the only one who's going loco waiting for October, kids from our college are socializing like horny rats on facebook. There are two main base groups to cater to the kind. Starved ones are already adding people in frenzied bouts of 'oh-my-God-my-other-friends-have-moved-on-to-their-new-friends-and-i-hope-you're-my-next-new-best-friend-because-i-want-to-be-popular-in-the-new-school-and-rock-this-town-and-paint-it-red-after-referencing-every-pop-culture-reference-i-am-aware-of-yet'.
Of course, I'm not begging around for friendship, but I am obliged to accept friend requests unless the 'make-me-your-friend-even-though-i-don't-know-you-yet-see-you-very-soon' looks creepy - intuition and really ugly mugs.
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