Binge for life.

"I'm on the C-food diet. I see food and I eat it."

This old SMS joke is *so* apt for my situation right now. I've been eating everything I lay my eyes on ever since the exams started. Binge eating has always been a side-effect of exam nerves for me.

But, enough is enough. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to get up early and exercise before going to college. Time to lose the winter fat. Summer's not so far away!

That last sentence reminds me of Ode To The West Wind. [If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?] Why do poets always correlate winter to death and summer to life? Granted plants wither and die in winter. And lot of animals are known to hibernate then. Also, migration of birds and stuff.

Okay, that's a pretty strong back-up for that analogy. But, still! I happen to *like* the cold. It makes me want to snuggle up in my razai with a good book and a hot cup of chai on my bedside table. 'Tis the season for bear hugs and not caring about what you're eating because you're going to be bundled up in a lot of clothes, anyway.

Besides. Most of the major holidays in the year lie in the cold months. Christmas - when Jesus Christ was born. Life, anyone? Diwali - when Lord Ram came back to Ayodhya after waging perhaps the toughest battle of his life. He came out *alive*. [I don't really know a lot about other religions so, forgive me.]

So, where does the death thing come in?

I fell right through the crack. Now, I’m trying to get back.

I don’t know what happens to me once I get done with a set of exams. It’s like I forget how to study. This period is when I’m at my laziest. I just want to lie around in bed all day, watch movies and read books.

I went to see Turning 30 with people from college yesterday. Kaafi useless thi. I knew it would be faaltu but, I still wanted to see it because it had Purab Kohli in it. I’ve been crushing on that guy ever since Hip Hip Hurray first aired on television.

Saw the season premiere of Californication abhi. Hank Moody is yum. And my hair does look like Becca’s! If only mine could retain the straightness forever. *sigh*

Done being random. Later.

Rich told me recently that I whine a lot. I guess it’s true. I also don’t usually appreciate what I have until after I have little or no access to it. Clean laundry, for example. When I lived at home, I thought it’d be cool to do my own laundry. I don’t like the idea of giving my clothes to a dhobi because invariably, they will be damaged. Now that I have to do it myself, I realise how much of a pain it actually is. And I whine about it. [Which reminds me, I saw ads for a laundromat near college, today! Washing machines, how I’ve missed thee.]

One other thing I always whine about is my hair. My disgustingly frizzy hair which I just tie up into a knot most days because I can’t be bothered with it. So, I decided to stop the whining and actually do something about it.  

I took out my scissors, grabbed random bits of hair and cut it. The end result is not half-bad. It’s like Becca Moody’s.

I wish I looked good in really short hair, though. I don’t have the patience to deal with my hair in the morning. I used to have a “boy cut” for 4 years – vo bhi  in that awkward puberty-stricken phase – and when I look at pictures from back then, I cringe my face off.

It was only the memory of that time that stopped me from going crazy with the scissors. Once I start cutting, it’s really hard for me to stop. There’s something so…satisfying about the crunch-crunch sound of hair being cut. Reminds me of that Courage The Cowardly Dog episode when a really weird guy comes to stay with Muriel and Eustace and shaves off all of Courage’s fur.

Anyway, I feel like a cool new person, now. xD

I hate my landlady's dogs.

One is stinky. Pat his head and he'll dump a gallon of spit on your foot. The other is annoying. He'll keep nudging you and trying to bite at your ankles until you yell at him.

Picture this. You're walking to your room, minding your own business. The dogs are sitting right in front of the door, eyeing you. You try to edge sideways past them, trying to avoid a confrontation. But, no. They'll leap up and bark at the <i> exact <i> moment you turn your back to them and scare the shit out of you.

This happens to me at least 5 times a day.