Saturday, December 28, 2013

How To Make A Five Minute Mug Brownie (Eggless)

Chocolate, eggless, brownie, five minutes. Do I really need to say anymore?

Okay here's how we go about this.


Ingredients:
4 Tablespoons flour

4 Tablespoons Sugar
2 Tablespoons Cocoa powder
2 Tablespoons Vegetable oil
4 Tablespoons Milk
1 dash of salt (Not like you have the time, but still)
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract (" ")

MAKING IT:

Step 1: Mixing


Add the sugar, flour, cocoa and salt to the mug and mix. Then add the oil and milk and mix till the dry and the wet ingredients have mixed together. Avoid clumps.


Step 2: Microwaving

Microwave on high for about a minute. To be honest, the time depends on your microwave. To know when to take it out: The brownie should still be wet in the center when done.

Step 3: Hogging time

FINITO. Now you can either cool it and then eat it in a civilized manner OR you can be like me and scarf it down while it's still burning. I recommend a dash of ice cream on top. 



TIP: After the microwaving I usually take the center out and fill it up with chocolate syrup and let it cool. This gives it a more chocolatey flavor. (obviously a bonus!)


Enjoy your brownie and please do let me know how it turns out. :) 

-V

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas Day

Okay. Two christmas-y posts in one day?! Seems a little over-the-top but it's all cool!
So today I woke up later than everyone else to see that they opened their gifts from me. They actually like 'em (thank god) and then I opened my gifts. "Ah such a surprise. I had no idea I was getting this when I ordered it online. Yaay. -_-"
Then I skyped with Dad for a while. I took a shower, put on a dress, ate brunch and watched movies. The driver came at around 1 and we went to pick up my sister on the way to my cousin's place. We ended up waiting half an hour for her because she was at her teacher's house to give him cake and presents. After an eternity in traffic we got there. We exchanged gifts and then headed out for pizza. While walking into Pizza Hut I saw my Mechanical Workshop lecturer, weird.  I also met up with some people I know from high school; they happened to be there. Just my luck. -_- 
Then we somehow got movie tickets for Dhoom 3. Now, the reviews I heard about the movie were absolutely terrible so I wasn't expecting much when I went in. The movie wasn't actually that bad and the stunts were kind of cool. The ending sort of sucked for a three-hour movie. 
La di da, boring stuff happened. I got in my car and came home. Blah.
Merry Christmas again! Hope you had a great one! :)


-V

Merry Christmas

I don't have the Christmas Spirit this year. I basically know what I am getting anyway and I've replaced the Christmas Jingles with EDM. Santa baby, I don't want anything this time. I've gifted myself with a Bob Marley Tee this year. So thanks? It's freezing and I'm all wrapped up in my favorite blanket. The Christmas tree's lights tint the living room in red, green and blue. The presents underneath it are in different colors topped with pretty little bows. I have one measly day of holidays; tomorrow, and the only thing I can think about is writing my computer programming observation. Just another day in the life of Vishnu. I'm way to darn sleepy to be blogging right now and if I continue to try it's going to start looking like a 3-year old took over. So good bye my lovelies!!
Hope you have the most amazing Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Holidays!! I hope you and your family have a great time! Stay safe! :)

Love,
V

Christmas Eve

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, just the click of my mouse.
The stockings weren't hung because there's no chimney.

In hope that St. Nicholas would get in somehow.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds

When visions of Ipods danced in their heads;.....




Saturday, December 21, 2013

Drunk

I'm the type the girl that turns the music up loud and jumps around even though I can't dance. I'll sing along even though I'm tone deaf. I know how to have fun in my own little way. I don't need to down a few to be happy. You think I'm crazy, but that's not fair. I have my own way of fighting the monsters inside of me. Hey Mr. I've-got-it-all-figured-out! Oh you have all the problems in the world and the only way to drown it out is to get drunk? Cool, have fun. But don't you dare say that I'm not enjoying my life! I'm fine with what I've got so stop judging me.

On second thought. Let's get drunk together. You on your chemical poison and me on the lies I tell myself everyday. It's all going to be okay, I'm going to be okay.

 We'll sing along to every dumb song that plays. If you get up and ask me to dance, I'd say nah, I don't dance. But you better pull me onto my feet and force me to jump around like a fool. Why don't people know when to force me and when to not. Do you have what it takes to make me forget my two left feet?

I don't know what it feels like to smoke weed. But I've heard it's like another dimension. One puff, two puff, eleventy-seven. A'ight.
Whether it's getting high or drunk they always say it's the way they find the meaning of life. But what exactly is life? I don't want the easy way out mah man. Google says it's some crap about animals, plants and death. They say it's about getting drunk. I say y'all are stupid.

Life is what you make it. Whether it's the drug or the cure. I don't  give a shit about your dope. No matter what, you're going to mess it up but the good part is you get to choose how to mess it up. Live however you want to.

As far as I can tell, you don't need to drink to get drunk. You need to live to be young.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Someone.

I want someone to turn the music up and sing stupid songs with me. Someone that doesn't mind hearing my crappy voice and taking interest in the stupidest little tidbits of my life. I'm not normal but who is? Show me one absolutely perfect person?! You can't. Driving home in the rain, eating ice cream and planning out the future even though we know nothing about it.  A bunch of girly poses and poorly-timed photographs. Someone to hug me and make me feel all warm inside 'cause we all need reassurance. Nothing feels right. I can't help feeling like everything is about to go terribly wrong.  Somebody, anybody. Please. I need you person, wherever you are. I need a friend. I need you. I really do.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Blog Analyzer

So I found this website that analyzes blogs and what type of individual you are according to it. Here's what I got!


The author ofhttp://absolutelyaverageteenager.blogspot.com/ is of the type ESFP.

The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft beautiful textiles, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves. ESFPs love being around people and having new experiences. Living in the here-and-now, they often do not think about long term effects or the consequences of their actions. 

ESFPs live in the moment, experiencing life to the fullest. They enjoy people, as well as material comforts. Rarely allowing conventions to interfere with their lives, they find creative ways to meet human needs. Active types, they find pleasure in new experiences. 

The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions. ESFPs are excellent team players, focused on completing the task at hand with maximum fun and minimum discord. 

Common satisfying careers: Artist, Performer, Actors, Teacher, Social Worker, Nurse, Event Coordinator, Chef, Fashion Designer, Jeweler, Retail Manager, Recreation Worker and Interior decorator. 

Notable ESFJs: John. F. Kennedy, Richard Branson, Hugh Hefner, Deepak Chopra, Paulo Coelho, Quentin Tarantino, Mel Gibson, Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Megan Fox, Jamie Oliver, Robbie Williams, Dan Brown and Chewbacca.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Zlattan

Today is a special day! It's my best friend's birthday; Safdar. He's the most amazing person I've ever met and the only one whom I trust completely. He's as fair as snow white and damn tall. I met this idiot exactly four years ago. Back then I saw him as a weirdo who'd always be speaking gibberish and mumbling something in Hindi. I could never make out what he was saying and it took forever to make sense of it. Our conversations usually involved someone explaining something and then at the end the receiver laughs and says, "I have no clue what you just said". After all this time I've learned to speak the "Safdar" language.
I'm physically incapable of typing any more because I'm so damn sleepy so you'll have to pardon me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZLATTAN! Have an amazing day and give me a party later. Love you bestie. :)
Hope you like the gift. 

Friday, November 15, 2013

Indian Palm Squirrel

Today I went to went to the temple with my Mom. She was inside giving the prasadam to the priest while I was waiting outside. I had a few minutes to myself without much to think about. I sat on my two-wheeler and took to my surroundings. The leaves atop the trees brushed against each other creating a sweet cacophony. A beggar was basking in the sun, lost in the land of slumber just a few meters away. If she'd been awake she would have been clamoring around the expanse for spare change. Four podgy palm squirrels ran up the tree trunks with their furry little tails bobbing about. Did you know that Indian palm squirrels only have three stripes running down their back? These little creatures steer clear of people but for some reason became very fond of my scooter. I promised them a couple of nuts for the next time I found myself there.
A bright sunny day but a cool enough breeze to give you goosebumps, those are my favorite kind of days. Why is it so hard to find like-minded people? Why are some people so arduous? Why can't I freeze time where it stands and spend forever sitting upon my scooter listening to ceaseless chanting of the lord's prayer?I'd love to, I would. But I've got to be heading home now.


Sunday, November 10, 2013

Strangers

Okay so a while back I was at Comic Con. It was absolutely AH-mazing and I got to go with one of my best friends. We bought a bunch of comics and a couple of t-shirts. So I was feeling pretty hyperactive that day and I actually printed a couple of little note-like things that read,
                                                                         
                                    "Hey Stranger!

     You have a nice smile! 

                Have a great day! :)"


I'm not usually one to do impulsive things. .... Ok I lied. I always do incredibly impulsive things. So there was this guy in a black t-shirt standing in front of us. We were getting pictures with a giant cartoon character and he was trying to take a picture with him. He was about 5 foot 10, I think. Usually, I find good-looking guys have an attitude to match but there was something about the way he smiled. Just so innocent and kind. He was smiling at his phone and then he suddenly looked up and he was still smiling and I was standing there. I smiled back and just went on to get pictures too. I don't think I'm one to get noticed in a crowd but for some reason he kept smiling. After my friend and I took pictures we were walking away. I had the note things in my hand and I was tossing the idea in my mind. Was this a good idea? I asked my friend and she said, 'Woah. You seriously want to do this? I think you should, it would be cool'.
So I started walking back trying to convince myself it was fine. He was facing away from me speaking with his friends.
I tapped him on the shoulder. He turns and there's that brilliant smile of his. I hand him the paper and smile. "Bye!" I end up running away and from behind me I hear "Wow. Thank you sooo much!" I could just tell from his expression, I'd made his day. I was really happy. By now his friends were dying to know what had just happened. This was my limit, I was kind of flabbergasted and my entire body was shaking. Did I just do that?! Okay, escape plan. This is too weird. As I ran for cover I turned to see him telling his friends what I gave him. 
After some time, my friend and I were getting pictures taken with another character. As I was taking a picture for my friend, I see that black tee guy is standing right behind her. For a second he thought I was taking a picture of him. "Shit. I thought she was taking a picture of me".
He had his phone in his hand. He was speaking to his friends, "I'm going to ask for her  number man". 
So what do I do? Run for the hills of course. Too much stranger interaction for one day. I was at my limit! 


No, I didn't end up seeing him again and I still don't know who he is. I know this might seem like I was crushing on a stranger BUT I was not. This boy was muuuch younger than me. 

P.S.- I wasn't hitting on him. I just wanted to make a stranger smile. :)

-V

Saturday, November 9, 2013

9 Tips To Surviving College

Note: Some of the things I say may only be applicable to where I live or maybe just maybe my college. This is just my perspective.

1. Don't be afraid at the first day of college.


Most of the people you'll be meeting are in the same boat as you so there's not much to worry about. They probably feel exactly like you do. 
Out here our seniors tend to "rag" us. This is basically like bullying all the freshmen. It sounds pretty messed up to hear but it's not actually that bad. They give us a bunch of 'tasks' to do to entertain them; nothing insane. In my case, I've had a lot of fun being ragged. I've made plenty of friends and found out that my seniors are pretty cool and some are nicer than the freshmen. So if stuff like that happens to you just try to take it sportively. Unless they go too far that is. 

2.Be Confident

This is your chance to start new. Forget about what happened in high school! Now you can make your mark. Whether it's to stick to the books or stand out in a crowd or both! Go out your way to join your favorite club and hang out with the popular crowd for a while. Maybe the quiet ones? Does it really matter? This is college! Show just awesome you are. :)

3. Make Friends

This is kind of obvious but whoever you're placed with in your course will be there for the next 3 to 4 years and truth be told when you're cramming for exams or completely lost in an assignment, their help will be much appreciated and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have someone to eat lunch with occasionally. Making friends on campus boosts your self-esteem. If you meet someone you don't see yourself getting along with then forget it. But maintaining good relations with people will be beneficial later on. 

4. Be studious
Knowledge is power, we all know that phrase and it's the truth. You'll go a long way by knowing things. Once you get your education in line you can focus on literally anything else you want to do in the time you'll be spending in college. Take my instance, I'll be studying Information Technology and right now sticking my head in the books seems like the best plan.

5.  Be nice to your Professors, Be attentive and Dress appropriately

 Be sure to make a good first impression on the professors because no matter how many times they say they don't have favorites, it's still a lie. Don't be a kiss-ass but just try not to get in trouble. Listen to the classes and try to answer them when they ask questions. Teachers hate the phrase "I don't know". Just don't say it.  Make an educated guess if you have no idea what they're saying. Also be attentive. They usually tell you the questions that are going to pop up in your next midterms. Try to dress appropriately. This is an institution where we learn, it's not a rave. Put on your super mini shorts after college.

6. Go to Class:

Ultimately, you're in college to learn and get your degree. Be regular to class and get good attendance. If your college is anything like mine, we have marks for attendance so I'm screwed if I don't go. Take good notes because it makes the process of remembering things easier. 
7. Skip a class at least once a semester:

This sounds stupid right after I said go to class but you need some way to balance it all out. I suggest to do this rarely because excessive absences are going to give you a hard time with the professors and the rents.
And if you do skip, make sure that one of your friends is in class to take notes for you. 

8. Restrooms

Find the block with the least yuckiest restrooms. This is pretty damn important! If you don't like waiting in line to the bathroom or you don't feel like puking once you get into a stall, try to find the nicest ones.

9. Money

There always be that one day that you feel like eating in the cafeteria for once instead of Mom's packed lunch. Or you feel like drinking coffee or eating ice cream. But that's not happening if you don't have any cash. Always keep some money in your bag for an emergency hogging session with your friends.
It'll also be handy to buy stationary.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Cloudburst

The cold sets in like the ice in your heart. 

The days are cold, dark and dreary.

The first drop hits you like a bullet. 
And soon after, a little storm of droplets attack.

What's so nice about the rain?

It's as if the sky is crying. 
The tears hit the ground and seep in,
leaving icky mud in it's path.


What's so good about the rain?

It brings on disease and unravels all your ugly secrets.
To those who mask their faces in colors,
stains are all that remain; revealing.
All the fake smiles and concealed words are exposed.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

There's no escaping this sad tale.
Behind the clouds the sun is shining,
but till then we must be still.
A little rain must fall into each life,
for some days must be so dark and dreary
that our thoughts cling to each droplet shooting by. 

Drip, drop. There comes a point when you're standing in the rain that you just give up. Give up trying to run for safety because it's just too late. You're already drenched and a little more won't make a difference. That's the point which makes you or breaks you. What's your breaking point?
Will you brave the storm with me?

Monday, October 21, 2013

A Stranger Is a Friend You Haven't Met Yet

They call themselves a gang but they've barely known each other for a month. It's strange how people seek comfort in absolute strangers. Even weirder that one of them regards me as one of their best friends. What do you do when someone you barely know keeps reminding you that you're one of the few best friends they have so far in the college?
This college thing, it's a whole new chapter of my life. This is the one chance I get to fix everything wrong about me. If I mess this up I don't get another chance. The stupid things I've done in the past could be excused as the reckless era of an immature girl. But I'm not a little girl anymore. These people that surround me live in their comfortable little bubbles where everything's fine in the world. They jump straight into everything. The way they criticize people is so rude and arrogant. I thought I was judgmental but I guess they took it to another level. I mingle with people pretty well but I can't call these people my best friends. From what everyone's been like so far, I'm pretty sure I'm in for a couple of surprises and loads of drama in the future. This ought to be fun! 

Hey YOU!

Dear Reader,

Hey. How are you? I've never spoke with you before, have I? Today I decided to write to you instead of babbling about my usual drama. So tell me about yourself. But not the usual way. Let's make this different. Here's what I want to know:

Do not tell me your name!
  • How old are you?
  • Boy or girl?
  • What's your first pet's name. If you've never had a pet, tell me the best name you can come up with.
  • If you were going to write an autobiography, what would you call it?
  • If someone asked you to give them a random piece of advice, what would you say?
  • What scares you?
  • Are you sarcastic?
  • Introvert or Extrovert?
  • Have you ever told someone you liked/hated them? What was their response?
  • How do you feel about public speaking?
  • Would you rather be hated or forgotten?
  • What do you call carbonated drinks like Coke or Pepsi (ex: soda, pop,etc.)?
  • If you met me in real life, what's the first question you'd ask me?
  • Do you believe in destiny?
  • Would you rather want to know what happens in the future or just let it all play out?
  • Facebook or Twitter? Or neither?
And tell me anything else you want to. I'll listen! err. Read, I guess.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Impressions

There's a boy whom I'm quite fond of. Not in that gushy, lovey-dovey way. I look up to him and his ideals. He seems to be an excellent judge of character and I aspire to be like that. I had asked him what his first impression of me was and he's the only one to tell me what he honestly thought.
"You're childish, innocent, honest and simple."
I know I'm childish and I don't want to grow up. That world that adults live in surrounded by problems, work and stress just seems so terrifying.
I always trust people recklessly and get manipulated by them as well. So I guess I'm not innocent, I'm gullible. Or maybe its both.
Honesty. The best policy right? At times I take on the characteristics of a pathological liar. It's become a terrible habit and I'm trying to stop it.
I must be a simple person, I don't know. But I always find a way to make things more complicated than they're supposed to be.
In this next chapter of my life, I hope to get my head on straight and to finally get over my fear of growing up. I still have a long way to go!

Fairy Dust

Have you heard the story about a ticking beast? One that swallows a man whole and leaves not a morsel behind. A missing hand, an iron hook,a flying boy.
Fairy dust. That's what dreams are made of. With a sprinkle here, a dash there, an entire world comes to life.

Peter Pan is my favorite fairy tale boy. He yearns for a love that he may never have and accepts everything as it is and let's it all fall into place.
Wendy enjoys the time she spends in neverland but she wants to grow up too. She leaves it all behind to run back to a world filled with lies and deceit. She grows up and finds a word called 'husband'. Despicable really.

If Neverland was real, I'd never leave. No one deserves to be alone, not even Peter Pan.
If Neverland was real, I'd have brought Pan back with me.

I believe in fairies. Always will.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Mid-year Resolution

I have this English professor and he is possibly the only person in the world who is capable of giving such long lecturers about the simplest things; other than my dad. He was talking about the word technology for a whole of 70 minutes the other day. I think he's a pretty good professor but I'm not sure exactly how much I'll be learning from him. The meaning he gave for the word 'know' was 'to know'. I just stared at him. Like was it that hard to just say, "to be aware of something"?
Anyway, there was something he said that really sparked my interest. He was talking about short-term goals that lead up to bigger goals we have in life. Like challenging yourself to do something tomorrow; no matter how small, and after achieving it, let yourself be happy about it. Reward yourself and keep challenging yourself everyday. He also said something about exercising our right to speech and expressing our views. He has this motto about never saying 'no' to anyone. I could never live up to that but it seems kind of interesting.
So a couple of other things he spoke about in class got me thinking about my blog and how it seems to be going downhill for a while now. I've made a mid-year resolution to try to keep this blog alive and just write, all the time. It might not make a difference to most of you but that's perfectly alright. :)
I want to use this opportunity to the full extent and see where I get from here. Looking forward to everything! And just a reminder to my readers. If you ever want someone to talk to, I'm here.
Here's my new e-mail:  stillcountinstars@gmail.com

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Kit Kats

Why I love Kit Kats:
Just look at the packaging. It’s wrapped around a shiny aluminum wrapper that reminds me of a Willy Wonka’s candy bar. The chocolate itself is made in a group of four cuboids. I always break each of them before eating. After eating the first piece and I think “oh it’s over”, I look down and see there are still three pieces left. This is the best part about Kit Kats. Oh, the packaging. It’s literally telling you to procrastinate. “Have a Break. Have a Kit Kat”.  AH, IT COMPELS ME! 

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Foggy Glasses

I stand here on a treadmill. I’m looking out into the night to see twinkling lights in the sky and cramped apartments blocking everything in this little suburban village of mine. The mosquitoes dance around outside like little fireflies. These little blood-sucking monsters dance up and down my bare legs and leave little bumps on my skin. There’s a cool breeze gently caressing and teasing my hair. It leaves goose bumps up and down my spine and I shiver from the coolness. The festivities for Vinayaka are still in full swing with drum beats sounding in the distance. The noises somehow make this night more peaceful than usual. My fingers trace along my collarbone and all its little crevices. Colors dance in front of my eyelids and I open them to see flames. A campfire erupts next door and seated next to it are three very bald men. They each have a smart phone out in their hands and an abundance of alcohol to last the night. They lean back in their seats and laugh about something stupid. Do you know I’m up here? I see you, silly little men. I see you're up to your usual games. You tell your mother good night but what you’re waiting for is for her to fall asleep so you’re friends and you can have a few to drink. The fire crackles and I can feel the warmth all the way up here. They each have a dinner plate in their hands, filled to the brim with Biryani. Lying next to one of the men’s foot is a Coke bottle and a whiskey bottle. How do I even know it’s whiskey? The things I pick up from random conversations still surprises me. A car alarm sounds off on the next street over and leaves my eardrums tingling. I can hear dogs howling in the dump in front of the house in perfect synchronization. Smells waft into my nose from downstairs and fog up my glasses. A new bottle has now been added; a vodka bottle with a bright orange cap. The inverter beeps in the background causing me to jump. Uh, the smell of burnt wood hangs in the air around the airheads and sets them into a fit of coughing. Now that I notice, they’re all sitting around in their boxers. It’s always baffled me how some people think it’s weird that girls wear boxers. Boxer shorts are probably my favorite things to wear. I was hoping to go for a midnight stroll today but I’d better be getting to bed soon as part of my pledge to improve my sleeping patterns. 

All of a sudden I went into secret spy sleuthing mode. I opened the house door and then the netted iron door beyond that ever so carefully before picking up my adida’s flip flops and made myself out on my tiptoes while praying that my Mom shouldn't wake up. Once out I stood in the cold for a moment, watching the shadows dance along the wall along with the flames. I hope the guys don’t see me, they’ll think I’m spying. I kind of was, but still. I tiptoe up the stairs to the terrace diverting my shadow from their view. I stand on the terrace with hands wrapped around myself. I don’t mind the cold… Tank tops and boxer shorts are the absolute best.

There are four apartments on my street, two of which face away from my house. Most of the lights are turned off in their homes but some bed lights are left on for the little ones. I hear cackling laughter from next door and decide it’s better to go back inside now. I repeat the process of silently sneaking back inside and sliding the locks into place before leaving my flip flops on the floor.
I’m back on the treadmill, sitting with my legs crossed and laptop resting on the flooring of the treadmill. The guys next door seem tipsy now, singing songs and dancing around the fire. One of them decided to do Gangam style and epicly fail at it. Now they’re playing the popular Lungi dance song. *Thalaiva* God, I find it annoying when other people obsess over that song though.

Drunken people always have an interesting perspective on life. It’s pretty entertaining to watch them go from “slightly loony” to “What’s my name?!” Haha. They’re pretty good singers, though. It’s hard to stop myself from singing along with them. It’s a catchy song!
My neighbor always had pretty good taste in music unlike his horrid sister whose favorite hobby is yelling at people.

Oh my goodness. I take it back. They suck at singing. This is too funny. I’m going to die. xD            
 He’s trying to sing a remix now. Oh god, he’s so stupid.
Here's the link to him singing. I can't upload it properly on Blogger. So,

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Why I Dislike Braces

Notice how it says dislike? I'm trying not to use the word hate so often. To be honest, I don't hate braces. If it wasn't for them, I'd still look like a gerbil with an overbite. So it's all cool, but there are still so many things that aggravate me. Here we go!
1. Bubblegum:
I can't eat a single piece of gum without it getting it stuck in between the wires,brackets,metal bands and just about anywhere. Takes forever to get out. I curse my friends every time they start chewing gum around me. They ask me if I want a piece. I always say "Yeah!" and then remember how long it's going to to take for me to get it out later so I just hand it back. Just wait until I get my braces off next year guys, then we'll see who's laughing!
2. Ulcers,Sores and Cuts:
In the beginning I would use the gel that the doctor prescribed for cuts. And let me tell you, that thing is like ambrosia. Like, seriously. It would heal within an hour. But I kept licking the gel off the wound without realizing because it made my entire mouth numb.
Why did that sentence sound so wrong....
Anyway. Pretty soon I couldn't even be able to tell when I got a cut because I got so many. Just didn't care anymore, I guess. Was used to it. 


3. Gawkers:
I love little kids. I love making them laugh. But I can't do that when they look at me like I'm a freaking monster about to eat them. I see a kid looking at me and I smile at them and then they look scared for their life. I follow their gaze to my mouth and my braces. I probably look as friendly as Bane from Batman. After the staring, they run to their parents to ask what's wrong with me. I usually avert my gaze because I'd just rather not know what they tell them. I mean what if the parent told the kid I have like some disease or something. Frickin' people are so ignorant nowadays.


4. Pain:
On bad days, my teeth start hurting more than usual and it just really gets on my nerves. This one time, I forgot to floss before I went to my appointment (I ate before I stepped into the office) and he just took out all his frustration on my mouth. He was just like, "I guess I'll have to clean them before I can replace the bands". He jabbed me in the gums a couple of times and scraped my teeth so hard I could feel it in my head.
Some of my very lovely friends enjoy punching me in the face several times whenever we meet up, so this adds onto the pain.
Shout out: I know you're reading this, you sadist. 


5. Entangled:
I can't even tell you how many times I've got my braces stuck in an item of clothing.
I was wearing this lace-sleeved dress once in class and was resting my face on my arm and when my friend called for me, I turned around. I was talking to someone so obviously my mouth was open, as soon as I turned around, my braces got stuck in my lace sleeve. It got so entangled that my teeth were starting to hurt. My friend couldn't understand what the hell I was doing or trying to say. After she realized what I was trying to say, she helped me untangle myself. It was pretty funny.
I was trying to bite my way through a loose piece of string on one of my t-shirts and  it got stuck in my teeth.
I've got my tongue stuck between the wires way too many times. And it hurts!

6. Painkillers:
Ibuprofen is the only painkiller that my doctor prescribed for me so that's all I use. See, the weird thing about me is, I actually enjoy the pain. I'm weird that way. I don't know why! I guess I want to test my tolerance for pain. My Mother thinks I'm crazy when I tell her, "It hurts. It's kind of annoying, but I like the pain".
So I just randomly took this quiz. "Would you take a pain tolerance test?"



7. Spitting:
I already have very poor control over my salivary glands and with the addition of braces, doesn't give a good result. It's disgusting. I'm not even going to explain this one.


8. Brushing:
Brushing hurts sometimes and it's such a chore. I always get the bristles of the brush stuck in the brackets. And to get those out, I obviously need to brush again. *Face-palm* 


9. Carrots:
I love carrots. I like eating them raw but with braces, that's not possible. I was eating a baby carrot once and it literally ripped my wire out of the brackets. I got it fixed back up and the same thing happened again. So that sucks.


10. Orthodontist:
My orthodontist is downright evil. About two months back when I asked him how much longer I need braces, he said barely a month. Last month, when I asked him again; just to be sure, he said 3-4 months and then laughed after seeing the horrified expression on my face. He's a douchebag. 


11. Appearance:
Every god damn person always says, "You would look so much better without braces".
I'm sitting there thinking, "Do you remember what I looked like before? You said I should be getting braces then. So shut up and let me suffer in peace". 


12. Bands:
My orthodontist used to let me pick the colors of the bands each visit and then *poof*, "we'll stick with gray for now". It's so hard to pick a color while I'm laying down with the over-light piercing into my eyes. If you expect me to pick, then at least put them in my field of vision, moron. Stupid orthodontist. 


13. Wiggly teeth:
There is always a tooth that I'm scared might fall out. The braces are putting a lot of pressure on my teeth so it seems logical that a tooth could get dislodged or something. 


14. Baby teeth:
It's so annoying when people ask me if I still have my baby teeth. As if that's the reason I have braces in the first place. This question is so stupid because you're not supposed to put in braces until all of your baby teeth fall out. 




Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Fail at "My Day In Pictures"

So I decided to do this thing. Not much to explain, just basically what the title says. I'll be taking a picture every hour or so because let's be honest, I'm not that OCD. I'll be out for most of today so I'll try my best at this.
Since I stay up late everyday, I decided to start this at midnight. 


                            ON SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 14TH



  • At 12:30 A.M


Since I have nothing else  to do with my life, I spend most of my time on Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram, Blogger, YouTube and occasionally coding random programs from my textbook exercise on Code Blocks.

  • At 1:30 A.M

 
I finally found the PDF for Insurgent. SO what do I do at 1:00  in the morning?! I start reading a book! -_-


  • At 2:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 3:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 4:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 5:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 6:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 7:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 8:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 9:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 10:30 A.M


    I woke up at 9:56. The first thing I did was turn to the window to get blinded by sunlight. Then, let out a blood-curdling scream... Just kidding. I'm just over-exaggerating. I tossed around in bed for a few more minutes and looked at the digital wall clock. I cursed myself looking at the time. 'Should have gotten up earlier'. Then I brushed my teeth.                  

                        

    As I'm brushing my teeth I hear a guy's voice from the living room. I assume that it's my sister's Telugu (language) tutor. I lean back to see who it is. It's our mutual tutor. 'Shit. Should have just acted like I was asleep till he was gone. Ugh. I don't want tuition now.' I wash my face and make my way to the kitchen. Mother assures me I don't have tuition today. Thank god.
  • At 11:30 A.M

                  

    There's this book called 23 memories, put together by two very inspiring people. Vidya and Syddarth.  I guess it's their story depicted on pen and paper. They have long since parted but I still love it. :)
  • At 12:30 P.M.

             

    I just finished getting dressed for my orthodontist's appointment today. I decided to lay back and watch a movie for a while. But no, my sister needs help picking out her clothes. -_- I open her closet and I see a clothes avalanche coming at me. I push all the clothes back in and start looking for a reasonable wardrobe. Every dress, shirt, jeans, top I take out, I get the same response, "I didn't know I had that!" Agh. After half an hour of rummaging, I managed to pick out an outfit she liked and I finally got out of there. Ah. Head hurts.

     
  • At 1:30 P.M.

                 
    My face when she asked me to come back and pick another outfit. Ugh. This girl is driving me insane. By the way, I definitely don't have a double chin I don't know why it looks like that in this picture. *sigh*
    Don't mind the background.
     
  • At 2:30 P.M.
    No pictures available. I didn't do much. I got in the car and we drove to the mall. Spent about an hour in traffic. Pretty damn boring. Most of which I felt like I would start vomiting. Agh, my driver sucks at his job.
  • At 3:30 P.M. 
                   
             Picture from Google. As if I would take a picture of their store.

     Spent shopping at Globus (clothing store). So imagine me running around a clothes store and a bunch of people staring at me; the crazy chick speaking lightning fast; in an out-of-place American accent. Then flying in and out of the dressing rooms throwing clothes this way and that. And once, hitting myself in the jaw with a clothes-hanger while unhooking a dress from it. *face-palm* And almost collapsing afterwards. Also the girl that a bunch of guys (about 5 guys) couldn't help gaping at as she was waiting in line to order at McDonalds, for god knows what reason. They actually made their friends (who were two girls) sit down so they could stand in line instead and just spend the entire time staring at me. Weird people.
    When the first guy spotted me he literally elbowed his friend and whispered into his ear whilst staring at me. His friend then proceeds to turn around and starts jumping up and down asking 'Wheree?!' And he nudges him again saying, "Not there, right in front of you!". As soon as he sees me, he tries to act totally chill while he tells the rest of his friends. In my head: "Tell me what's there to smile at, I'll smile with you. Dipshits".
  • At 4:30 P.M.- "Same as above"
  • At 5:30 P.M.

                   

    Got to the dentists' at 5:10 and as usual, spent half an hour in the waiting room. Most of which I spent furiously texting one of my best friends about what a horrible day it was turning out to be.
    (This is the second picture I stole from Google today)

  • At 6:30 P.M.

     We left from the mall and made our way to the pop-up-bazaar flea market at the N-convention. Spent forever in traffic and was talking about comics the entire way with my sister and mom.
  • At 7:30 P.M.
                   
    Picture taken during preparations. (Before we got there) Thank you Facebook.


    Reached the pop-up-bazaar and paid the entrance tickets at a whopping price of 200 Rs. each. We walked in and the first thing I see is an outdoor bar. *Holy shit, my Mom's going to kill me!!* I did not see it coming at all. The Facebook page said 'A kids event'. So why the eff is there alcohol?! Damn. Steered my mom and sister away before they could notice and went to check out the stalls. To be honest, it was a frickin' waste of time. Every single thing was overpriced; from the food to the merchandise.
    The entire event was aimed at debutantes and socialites. So we were definitely the wrong crowd. Agh, the attitude on some of those people. Just ugh. From tragically fake accents to devastatingly fake expressions to basically overacting about everything.

    "Oh mah gawd, guys! Look at this awesome painting of this dude. *touches painting*" Me mentally: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THAT WOMAN JUST SAID SHE SPENT HOURS PAINTING THAT. WHY WOULD YOU FRICKIN' TOUCH IT?!"
    And the painting was of The Godfather. [I don't know which character, as I've never seen the movies. Don't judge me.]

    The guys couldn't even hold in their alcohol and the women could barely take care of their children. Truly a bad example.
    Even among all the glitterati, I definitely would have managed to have fun if I'd been there with friends. But coming with family was definitely the wrong thing to do. I even saw one of my seniors with her friends there. Mom told me to go say hi, but fearing that she might have been tipsy, I steered Mom away. If I'd talked to her totally drunk and my Mom noticed, she would confine me to my home even more often.
    Didn't take any pictures except this one picture that my sister took.

                         
    My face looks terrible and my hair was a mess after I stood in front of a ginormous outdoor fan. *face-palm* And the expression on my face and my inability to smile in this picture is due to a group of six guys seated at a table to my right staring at me. Ugh. Eff this shit.
    Only reason I'm posting is because that's the whole point of this post.

                    

    I found this little stall with all these little magnets, notebooks and wall hangings. I couldn't help but buy these two books after seeing the smiles on the two girls faces when I was asking about the merchandise.
    I spent 50 Rs. each on these books and there's absolutely nothing special about them. But I guess, I thought of them as souvenirs.
    The lady explained the meanings to me but I forgot already.
    From what I can make out:
    1: "Everything jungle"            
    2. From what she said this means, "Everywhere I see, there are buildings"

    I actually have no idea what either of those books say, I'm just winging it. I really need to improve my Hindi.

    I'm like the dream girl of every retailer/shopkeeper/con-man/anybody who sells anything. Just so gullible.

                    

                                           *Me on the left*
    I got this caricature drawn of me and my sister at this one stall. I truly love how he depicted me in this drawing.
    Why?
    During the entire time I sat there while he was drawing me, I thought, "Oh no, I can't smile. Uh-oh, my hair is so messy. Agh, I can't even look at him in the eye, so awkward. Oh my god, well, this is going to be what I look in someone else's eyes."
    I was dumbfounded when he handed this to me. I'm very self-conscious about those little locks of hair next to my ears but after seeing this drawing, I thought maybe they weren't as bad as I thought. And my inability to maintain a smile. My eyes always seem happy but for some reason my mouth doesn't cooperate. He managed to capture that in this drawing as well.
    Or am I just over-analyzing this? Either way, I'm happy with it.
  • At 8:30 P.MStarted from the flea market and spent forever in traffic again.


                              

    Finally done after a long day. Thank god. On my way back home. The Metro work seems to be progressing slowly.
  • At 9:30 P.M.

    Got home and crashed onto the bed. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and now I'm chilling in my room. There's nothing good to watch on T.V., so I'll probably watch a movie online. Yay, for piracy!
  • At 10:30 P.M.

    At the moment I'm watching 50/50 on the tele. I love this movie.

  • At 11:30 P.M.
     
                        
    And as for the last picture of the day, is a sneak-peek on a project I'm working on. With my expertise procrastination capabilities, you won't hear of it until another couple of months.

     Today was so exhausting and frustrating. Thanks for sticking around.

    -V

Skinny People

Really annoyed about something. Sooo, rant time!
This is going to be one those really cliché posts but it's alright.
So, Dear skinny people, I envy you. I envy those perfect legs and that flat tummy and everything else 'you got going on'. But guys, there's a limit.
If you're not anorexic, bulimic or have any other eating-disorders or diseases and you still look a frickin' skeleton, you've got no excuse. Like seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?!
Okay, my bewilderment about this is mostly due to the fact that I'm on the chubby side, but we're not talking about me right now.

I just saw this picture of one of my friends in this pretty dress and all I could think was, "I see the dress, but where's her body?!" Her hands look like little sticks messily glued to her body by a six-year old. Her hand and most of her arm-I think, is supposed to be resting on her waist, but it just looks like a misplaced toothpick. There's a difference between a fit body and whatever the hell you are. God help you. My mother literally uses you as a warning for me when I don't eat. "You better eat or you're going to end up looking like *bleep*". Dear bleep, I've seen more meat on a chicken then you.
"I'm trying to gain some weight." BULLSHIT.
Anyway, in the midst of looking up a synonym for bulimia, I came across "you so skinny jokes" and I'd like to share them with you.

  • You so skinny, you strap popsicle sticks to keep from falling down the drain!
  • You so skinny, you have to stand in the same place twice to cast a shadow.
  • You so skinny that people have to save you from drowning by tossing you a cheerio.
  • You so skinny when you turn sideways, you disappear.
  • You so skinny if you drank through a straw you'd fall into it.
  • You so skinny that even Barbie's clothes wouldn't fit you
  • You so skinny, you can dodge raindrops.
  • You so skinny, I could blind-fold you with dental floss.

DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to offend anyone by this post. If you're skinny and proud of it, good for you babe! Props to you! 
At first, I thought the skinny jokes seemed a bit harsh. They still do and I hope no one takes it to heart. Just take it lightly.

Dear Bleep, I could never imagine you reading this but if you do someday:
I don't know if people tell you this often but you seriously need to put on some weight. No, don't listen to those guys telling you that you shouldn't. I'm considering your health, 'cause I don't want you to like die of malnutrition or something. So put down the stupid vitamins and eat some real food. If you hate me by now, too bad. Buh-bye.

P.S.-I've said this already but I just wanted to say it again. I am in no way targeting specific people. Everyone has their imperfections. :)


*Nom Nom Nom*
                             
                        

Friday, September 13, 2013

College and Clothes

As I've said a countless number of times before, I'll be starting college soon. Possibly sometime this month. I'm pretty excited for the next chapter of my life to begin but there's one thing that I dread terribly. 
A dress code.
After four years of wearing a putrid green-colored tunic uniform paired with braids/ponytails, I expected to have lots of freedom now. But of course not. So I thought I'd break it down for you guys that are as clueless about this stuff as me.
The dress code for the college I'll be going to is "traditional Indian attire". 

The girls' dress code:
-Salwar Kameez

-Kurtas

-Kurtis

                                               -Uniform[I'll be a given a special uniform to be worn during practical exams, exams and other special events. I don't know what it looks like yet, but I bet it's terrible.]

Salwar Khameez: 
Salwar are loose pajama-like trousers. The legs are wider at the top and narrow at the ankle. The khameez is a long shirt or tunic. The side seams are usually left open below the waist-line, giving freedom of movement. These are paired with a long scarf or shawl called a dupatta around the neck on the shoulders. 


  
Salwar Kameez
Kurta:
A kurta is a loose shirt falling either just above or somewhere below the knees of the wearer. These are usually paired with leggings. Kurtas are ideally knee-length or longer
Kurta

Kurti:
Kurtis are typically much shorter than the traditional garments (like Salwar Khameez and kurta) and made with lighter materials. Kurtis are worn like blouses, usually over jeans. Kurtis are waist-length or hip-length. Kurtis are usually worn with tight-fitting churidar pyjamas. Churidars are tightly fitted trousers. These trousers are naturally stretchy and are also longer than the leg ans sometimes finish with a tightly fitting buttoned cuff at the ankle. The excess length falls into folds.



FIN
So the above is mostly how I like pairing the clothes. People wear knee- length kurtis with jeans but I absolutely detest it. I guess it's one of my pet peeves.
I'll probably be doing more of these Indian attire posts in the near future. Seeing as I won't be wearing a nice pair of jeans paired with a tee, dresses, etc. so often for the next four years. *Sigh* *ah, college* :/ 


-V

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P.S.- There is at least one of my friends laughing at this post right now. 'Sup dweeb?                           
                      


Sunday, September 8, 2013

Saturdays.

It's Saturday night and it's hotter than hell. AGH. I turned the air conditioner on and put on a pair of shorts because I just can't deal with this heat anymore. Mom gave a bowl of lucky charms cereal. Ah, how I've missed lucky charms. 
The Spiderwick Chronicles is playing on the tele. This is such a pleasant evening. :)

Okay hold up. This isn't my diary.
So there's this silent movie playing right now called 'The Artist', it's pretty funny. I remember watching silent films growing up, with my parents running into the room out of nowhere saying "This is the best part!" Especially the Charlie Chaplin films. Dad still loves those. 



Shit. I posted this late again. UGH. 

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Pretty Vain.

I don't really know what do when people call me pretty. I'm like, what? It takes a while for me to make sure they are talking to me. I don't consider myself pretty. Not in the least bit. Sure, my selfies say a completely different story about how "self-obsessed" I may be, but i truly don't even  find myself the very least appealing. When people compliment me on the internet, especially strangers, I find it even more hard to believe. I mean the people I know and am familiar would compliment me out of modesty at the most but having a total stranger say nice things to you is surprising. The other day, this girl said something to me after seeing one of my pictures. It was, "If that's you, you're really pretty! :)". I almost felt like asking if she's got the wrong person. 
This isn't one of those posts about how "society's version of beauty is so wrong" or blah. 
I just. Can't. Process it. Like.Why on earth would you go out of your way to compliment a total stranger's picture on the internet. Sure everyone does it. But when it comes to thinking about just me, it's kind of hard to understand. Like WHYYY?
This is one of the many things that I can't understand in my life. Agh. If anyone has a good enough explanation, comment something. Or if you feel like I'm being a total dipshit and over-thinking this, then still tell me. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Short Story 3

For the last two days, my Mother and I have been cleaning my study room. That is, completely cleaning it after nearly 2 years. I've found lots of funny stuff and little memories and notes among the piles of junk.

So here's an extract from a story I'd written in the tenth grade. I was supposed to be studying for my History Pre-finals but I'd already perfected the book. So I thought I'd try my hand at story-writing.

Note: There are soo many spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please don't mind them.
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December 15 1865


       The french troops first came to Vietnam just a few days ago. They are coming in so fast. Father says that they can never take control of Vietnam, our home! But there is something he is not telling me. The words he speaks just aren't truthful. I fear something bad will happen. They all are hoping for the best. But will hope really save us?

My name is Trang, I live in Da Nang, Vietnam. Our family is big but our home is small. My mother says that the French are the reason behind our miseries. We can barely get a full meal. My grandfather and grandmother also live with us. They are too elderly to live on their own. All they do is sleep and occasionally get up whining at mother for food. My parents are very kind to them. They respect them greatly. I have never heard Mother complain abut them. 
Trieu, my older sister. She is eighteen years old. She is quite troublesome as my parents would describe her. Trieu is not pleased with our family's wealth. She always says that she wishes to have been born into a wealthier family. My parents hurt greatly at these words. They try so hard to please her. 
Even my brother works for our family's benefit. Anh, my brother, makes most of the family income. But even so, I heard my mother saying that the job will not last forever.

January 4 1866

       Brother came home with the most wonderful news today. He was offered a job in Tonikh as a translator. One of his friends' uncle has offered to teach him French as they are in need of a translator. For once, our small home had a cheerful atmosphere. My parents were so proud and my sister was babbling on about how she would go there and marry some rich fellow. Even our old grandparents were filled with joy.
But there was something wrong. I felt as if we were forgetting something.
"Wait!", I told them. "Is it just you moving to Tonkin", I asked my brother. Everyone's expressions grew grim. But he only smiled and said, "I am not going, we are going". My mother immediately disagreed. "Your grandparents cannot take the journey", she explained. "I have to stay here and take care of them". My parents went outside with my brother to discuss what must be done. I looked at our grandparents. They were sad again, the happy atmosphere was gone. Our house was back to normal. My sister had left the room already. I went and stood at the window for what seemed like an eternity. My legs grew numb, but I stayed there, waiting for my parents to come in. After about two hours, they came in with satisfied looks on their faces. "We decided", my father said, "Trieu and Anh will be going to Tonkin, you will stay here with your Mother and I". 
"What?!", I screamed. "Why do I have to stay here?"
"You are too young", my father replied.
"I am not young!, I am fourteen years old". before my father could say anything more, my brother interrupted, "I am perfectly capably of taking care of both of them Father, and like Trang said, she is not young". My parents only stared at Anh for a minute. A look of understanding spread across their faces. 
My father turned to me and said, "You are right, gather your belongings, it's a long journey". I jumped up with excitement, I hugged my parents and thanked my brother. I flew from the room before they could change their minds. I could hear mother say, "Only take what you need", to my sister. I giggled, I was going to Tonkin!

Friday, August 30, 2013

Glasses

The impossible has happened. I've got glasses. Me, the girl with 20/20 vision has managed to screw up her vision by spending a billion hours at the laptop everyday. I literally asked for it. Now, I look like the "ULTIMATE NERD"; braces, glasses and all (The wrong interpretation of the common nerd anyway).
 I hate myself so much right now, it's not even funny. If I walk through the campus on the first day of college like this, I don't think I'd need a better boy-repellent. Actually, just people-repellent. The only good part is that I can actually see now; obviously. But the headaches have started up and I wish it would all just go away. No glasses, please! I'm fine with being braces girl for the next 6 months but after that I'll be glasses girl? NOOOOO! *cries* This can't happen to me. 
I sound like I'm over exaggerating a lot but I absolutely despise the idea of glasses. Not that people should stay blind or anything. I just don't like 'em on anyone. Especially ME!
Excuse me while I go look like a bug.


-V

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Short Story 2

Here's a short story I wrote at 3 in the morning on the 15th.

I was given this picture and told to write something.


I woke in the middle of the night to see a light snowfall outside my window. The thick flakes settled lightly across the front lawn. There was a sort of morbidity to it. The way such beautiful, delicate things disappeared into nothing as they made contact with the grass. I look away for a few moments to glance at my phone- a message. “Happy Anniversary! Love you! XOXO”  Why do we take time out of our lives to celebrate days like these? I can’t bring myself to reply as it would just add onto my long list of lies. What is love,really? Just reading the four-letter word is enough to send a chill down my spine. It’s lost it’s meaning to me over the years. Now it’s just a reminder of how often I’ve been lied to and vice-versa. I put my phone on the night stand before hopping onto the bed. The floorboards creak and I fear that Mother might hear. Ha. I forgot again. Mother isn’t in the room next door anymore. She’s not here. She’s gone. Forever. She disappeared last winter. She didn’t even leave a note, just packed up everything and walked out. I wish she’d at least said goodbye. Or maybe she wouldn’t have been able to leave if she tried. I know I wouldn’t have been able to leave my 15-year old daughter and 18-year old son all by themselves without a word. But who could leave? The acceptance sunk in sooner than I thought it would. I feel nothing towards her now. I don’t hate her for leaving or sympathize her for what she must have been facing. But leaving us here in Lameville Central- also known as Nettatown, that’s something I’ll never forgive her for. These people look at my brother, Liam and I like  we’re vermin. That’s all thanks to my wonderful Mother. They’ll never accept us here. We’re just a couple of orphaned brats in their eyes. A time ticking bomb of responsibility that is bound to explode in one of their hands sooner or later. But I won’t give them that pleasure of handing us over to foster care the next day, feigning ignorance to our ‘terrible situation’. It’s not like Dad’s any better. He’s somewhere in Egypt running after some stupid fossil expedition. I doubt he even remembers our names anymore. He called me Lucy last time we spoke. I literally had to scream over his rant, “My name is Shelby! Don’t you remember your own daughter’s name? You named me after your grandmother for Pete’s sake” But I must give him credit for at least remembering the name of my cat. Oh that’s right, she died two years ago as he was reversing his stupid Volkswagen into the garage. I nearly lost it when he asked me to donate it to his friend, the taxidermist. The phone starts vibrating against the wood. I grab it before the sound wakes Liam. He’d see my face and tell me to talk it out again. Am I the only who lacks any sort of emotion in this house? I peer out into the yard to see a thick layer of snow over everything. It covers every inch of the street. I suddenly feel like getting out of here. I can’t stand these four walls anymore. I grab my red coat and fur boots in the darkness before leaving the house. The note I left on the fridge is reassurance that nothing happened to me. That I didn’t suddenly disappear into the night to never come back. I walk down the icy sidewalk towards the high school. I don’t really know where I want to go. Hopefully, I’ll just keep walking and before I know it, I’ll be out of this godforsaken town. I pull my Ipod out of my pocket. I’d stuffed it in there before church last Sunday. The elderly woman seated in front of us barely noticed me singing along to Thrift Shop as they said they’re prayers. The boy sitting next to me gave me a pointed glare before I’d finished with ‘I look incredible! Amen!’. He would’ve burst into laughter if it hadn’t been for the well-deserved flick I’d delivered to his forehead. I stop in my tracks as I see movement in the trees. Someone’s following me. What do you do in these situations? I’ve never been stalked before. I dig around in my pocket for my phone. Shoot! I left it at the house. He’s coming closer now. God, help me. I turn around and deliver a square punch to his face. He dodges as he grabs my arm. I get ready to scream as loud as possible. I hope someone hears me. ‘Hold on there! Why are you hitting me Shelby?!’, he says with a heavy British accent. ‘Who the hell are you?!’, I exclaim. ‘First, you promise not to hit me!’, he says. 
I can’t help but laugh at his accent. I pull my hand from his grasp before falling into the grass laughing. He stands there with such a bewildered expression on his face with his hands hanging by his side. He looks somewhat like a lost puppy. As I bury my face in my hands to control myself, he plops down next to me. “Why do I always find the weird ones?”, he says.