Dear Diary - The Curse of Term 3

Dear Diary

Everybody here is depressed, including me. This guy got the shock of his life when I told him I was an engineer. For seven months he believed that I was an art student. What’s worse is that people go “No way!” when I tell them I’m 22. They think I’m 25 *tear slips*. They feel that I “act” mature [ouch]; and I also “think” mature [ouchie]. I talk to people in Hindi who don’t understand Hindi, and English with people who want to talk in Hindi. My life is a mess.

On top of that, it seems like my roommate and I own a pet lizard. My roomie remembers it being a little lizard a little while back and now it’s fully grown. So much pride. As if things weren’t already bad enough. Why couldn’t it be a peacock, or a sparrow? At least that way we would be Disney princesses. Well, at least she would be because it is her window. All I’d be is a werewolf for all I see is the moon, all the time.

Yesterday I saw an interesting polybag lying on my hostel floor. Not sure if everybody got it but I’m glad it’s an all men’s shop. Makes me wonder if the owner is gay…

Either ways its best that it’s not a big brand. Imagine people saying “I wear …” Could it be, it was meant for sea men? Whatever, but I know that there’s a popular Korean clothes brand called bean pole. So… anything can happen.

Speaking of Korean clothes, I’m again hooked on to Korean dramas. Perfect cure for depression! Curse Term 3 for giving me no time to watch more of Korean dramas. Sorry Lee Min Ho and Kim Hyung Jung. Even if I don’t understand how you manage to sit cross legged or look much more feminine than me, I will watch your series soon, I promise.

Other than that I really need to start paying attention in classes. I suddenly start listening and I hear male services instead of mail services and then the rest of the class I’m trying to connect the dots.

And now, after eliminating all the options the options that won’t suit me, I’m stuck with finance as my major for final year. As if I didn’t have enough gray hair.

A guy thought bestie was the name of my dog. Silly goose.

But I guess I’m the one who is an idiot here because I locked my roommate in the bathroom and went for lunch. I guess I’m lucky my ears aren’t burning and my head is on my shoulders. I almost pity her for getting stuck with me.

I need to stop day dreaming.

The Girls Sleeping Behind Glasses