Exams are over, and then again, they're not. Because all I have is 20 days till the first prof exam. Everyone non-medical is telling me to relax about it, but you don't know, do you? 20 days, is 10 days in medical speak. Just half of everything, and twice the course. It's a gandi feeling, and I don't plan on studying today either, so that cuts down one more day. Oh well.
I love breakfast because I make it myself, no matter what it is. And breakfast recipes are the best, and easiest. Omelet, sandwiches, baaqar khaani, chai rusk. Love em all. I want to have all of this today.
I also want to have Italian food for lunch everyday until I'm sick of it.
Life is one long train ride nowadays, and it's past the feeling where you like the ride and you want to sit there. Now, I just feel like getting off. I mean, trying new things, and diversifying life. I didn't mean suicide. Did you think I meant that? No.
For the first time in my life, I really want to get a job and earn my own money. I have this urge to be financially independent. The times when Dad puts money in my ATM is the happiest of times. It's not just shopping, I'm not all selfish. I like being on the way home, and seeing a fruit mandi, and buying fruit for the house, just because I feel like it. Or shopping at the mall, and buying a pair of Converse sneakers, because the littlest sister has been obsessing over them. I still owe Kt a pair of sunglasses since I lost the ones she bought from Dubai. She still hasn't stopped bothering me about it and hasn't failed to repeat a thousand times that she can never get sunglasses like those.
I've been listening to 22 by Taylor Swift and Icona Pop's I Love It on repeat for two days. The fix nowadays.
I'm gonna go make a beautiful timetable and stick to it.That'll make me content for now.
P.S. It's the 5 year anniversary. And I'm sitting here writing a blog post. Fill in the blanks for yourself.
