keyboards give me a kick.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I can't decide on anything. All my friends know that i'm grossly indecisive. I suck at making decisions and often, they don't benefit me. But they seem to affect everyone around me. Everyone gives a shit about the decision you make. Everyone but you. Haven't you felt that way before?
Why the rant?
Because I can't seem to decide on anything! Revethi's been MIA a while and the blog seems to be empty. It's not fun to rant alone you see. And well i miss her. I mean, it sucks to have to find out how/what your friend is doing right now via her blog posts. What happened to like random texting and sudden meetups? Here's the thing. People change, their interests change and i guess everything else along with that. Revv, i hope you're just being lazy to blog and nothing else. Haha.
I'm being very indecisive about my university options. Business at UQ or Arts at UniAdelaide or Mass Comm/Arts at Monash? Last afternoon i browsed through all the prospectuses and stuff until i knocked out at like, 4pm and woke up at 7pm. And that too only because Prasad called. I swear I felt like sleeping in all the way. Didn't feel like getting up. Of course there's a whole story behind the depression symptoms. I went over to idp AGAIN because i had this sudden nagging feeling about UQ. My really lousy agent totally didn't cover all grounds with me before supplying me with the info she did. And, she has this totally fucked up attitude. What's up with idp seriously? They don't return your calls, they delay and take i dont know, the longest time EVER to get back to you. They're just so, irresponsible. I got a call from AusEd at around 330pm reminding me about the UNSW interview tomorrow. Like that's ever going to happen now. The Monash interview is on Friday though. Hmm. Okay nuff of the uni talk.
I'm so bored that i don't feel like ranting on about the other stuff that's been bothering me. My keyboard gives me a kick. The power of it i mean. For me to just type and type about everything and anything and not have to worry about the things i say until i don't know, the Straits Times starts snooping or random strangers start offerring sex advice? Haha. I think i'm going to meet Prasad and Reka later. I think. My EZlink cardS are running low, Again. I just topped up both like, last week? 15bucks in each. Damn travel costs are eating into my purse. I suddenly miss hearing the double *beep* when i tap my EZlink card. The single, high frequency pitch intimidates me. I'm a sucker for details seriously. Jo told me last night that I'm a very inquisitive person. I didn't argue. I always want to know more. Doesn't matter what it's about but knowing more always makes me feel good. When i kn ow more, I can say more. When I can say more, I feel free because i'm satisfied that i've expressed myself. For example, now. I'm satisfied for the afternoon. Goodbye.
LoveLots,
Ragini(:
