Third year English is not going to be a piece of cake. I've always know that with my course, its always advisable to question conventions. But this year, its literally down to re-defining conventions like tragedy and comedy... gathering comparitively newer perspectives... and I'm loving it! Here's the catch: the more challenging the course gets, the more I love it... only I'm so fucking lazy, I never make my love for the subject evident in my answers. My answers always end up being mediocre.
Ah, well. Need to work on that this year. I'm finally going for Kung-fu Panda tomorrow. I have a strong feeling the results are going to be out when I least expect it. This time, I just want to get it done with. I know I'm going to do well the coming year, hopefully I'll be able to put last year behind me.
Sigh, it's so surprising how I no longer am waiting. How I've realised that all my whining is temporary, and actually, I cannot deal with a relationship right now. Like today, I was super moody. NO reason! Just bang, and everything pissed me off. Everything single thing. And very few, make that about 2 or 3, can deal with me. The whole of me. And that's a pretty scary thought. What's nice, though, is I now know how to handle it and not scapegoat it with PMS.
It's my last year. Okay, I'm officially not going to blog about this.
Moving on, yesterday I realised that its so easy for me and Sh to categorise people. Like today a new teacher entered class... and she was soo Malu. Dark-ish, specks, semi-american accent, delicious lips, stern. Similarly, we've categorised so many people under multiple categories. It's funny because I don't believe in streotypes. I guess because of my caution of stereotyping, I'm better with acknowledging it.
Relatives over: have got money, chocolates, make up and clothes!
P.s- still moody. Realised that I can get piglike fat and still be breathtakingly beautiful :) I'm just something else.