02022012

I found this on my computer while looking for things to delete (because my computer is full of crap movies and games). I wrote it sometime back as sort of a diary entry (as you can see almost a couple months back). Anyways enjoy!

February 2^nd 2012

Real busy day today but sometime in the middle of the day I felt I should get back to writing today. Cant explain why today of all days. But I have never been one for dates and schedules as much as I wish and try I could change that facet of my personality. Don’t get me wrong I can quite humbly say that I am a unique person in my own way and have several things much better in some ways. I used to have great imagination too but TV, video games and to a lesser extent 'weekend fun times' killed it. But I still maintain that I have a good ability to express my thoughts through writing despite my poor reading record. I also pride myself in being pedantic and anal about spelling grammar and pronunciation (I had just misspelled pronunciation but thanks to auto-correct that wont be thrown in my face). 


I always find that writers take too long to get to the point in novels (kind of like most Pink Floyd songs); read short stories then you’ll say. Yeah I’ll get to that…some time. Guess that’s my generation for you. TV shows and movies are just so easy to watch and now they are free too unlike previously; thanks to the internet and piratebay.org. Who’s gonna take the effort to read. If you do decide to go ‘non-visual’ (aww! Now we need to use our imagination instead of seeing pictures!) then you got your audiobooks read out to you! What do you expect? People aren’t going to read anymore now are they? My most extensive reading probably goes as far as reading, or rather scanning, Wikipedia entries, mostly about cars.

            Anyways to get to the point (see if I was a novelist I could have, and would have been expected to, ramble on for pages about irrelevant crap about my character’s or my own life), I planned to get up today at 4am to study for my archeology exam. I had slept at about 10pm so it seemed like a possible feat. Obviously I arose yawning at 7.30am having shut of the alarm like 3 times in the past couple hours. I did go over a little material but that didn’t help me much. My 9am class is a bitch. It’s like mini stats and introduction to computer programs like excel and something called maple. I am already taking the ‘big boy’ stats 465 so this just seems derivative for the most part. I should clarify that you shouldn’t ask me about real complicated stats because this is ASM 465. So, its anthropologically relevant stats. Then was my osteology class. That class is interesting Dr. Schwartz is interesting and funny and not to mention I really like bones (yes the TV show and the real deal both). The TA treats me like a ‘special’ kid though; you know like learning disability kind of special. The way everyone treats one of my friends who has the perpetual expression of a lost child.

            I generally head home for lunch and a Simpsons rerun after my osteo class but I didn’t do that today. I studied up a bit for my Archeology exam. Then was my stats class where I sat next to this girl I see in pretty much all my classes (just like several other people from my osteo class). I think it’s a limited choice for most people in anthropology. They just have these limited number of classes to choose from each semester. Anyways so I was talking to this girl about the quiz in stats class; because you know I had some questions about the quiz and not because she is cute and I’m desperate. But then I asked her, “ Aren’t you in my Osteology class and lab too?” “Yeah, I remember you from the lab. You always come in late.” (In my defence I used to go like 3 or minutes late just as people were settling down in their seats)Ah, dammit! The Lazy Late Larry image. I have struggled to clean that off my record all my life. From teachers in school and tuition class (those are very popular and cheap in India because people don’t really ‘learn’ in school. Everything is in tuition classes.) and among friends. I have this ability to be late even if I am ready to leave well before the event starts. I just make it happen. I don’t know how and why. I tried saving my image by telling her how I wish people wouldn’t remember me that way but then again if I was a speaker I wouldn’t be writing this shit would I? I would speak it in a vlog in a deep, pleasing, girl-charming British accent. I know already that my tomb stone will bear the words,” Son, Brother…Friend and known to all as ‘always late to class’”. Guess that was the moment I decided that I want to write again and try to get it out there that I am actually a person with things to say and opinions that have been given much thought. That plus the fact that writing is one thing I can actually do naturally well. Maybe not well but decent. At least better than some famous ‘writers’ out there.