Just checking in.

[ladymirth]

Hello, everybody! Surprise, it’s me.

No I am NOT dead , obviously – yet. I’m just completely caught up in RL. My life is beyond crazy right now, the studying thing has set in on the A/L class of 2006, among whose number is yours truly. As such, I WILL get around to replying to all the howdies and how-you-doings from you wonderful folk that my inbox is overflowing with, some time not too far into the future. Hopefully.

Meantime, I just want you all to know that I love you all, and will be amongst you ASA I stop feeling like I’m living my life in an episode of Charmed. You know, fighting evil forces (my teachers who are all out to fail me), balancing demanding bosses, (my school committees who won’t let me go until I can work up the spine to give them a solid kick in the ass), manouvering around a non-existent love life (Mr. Inactive E-Mail Account STILL hasn’t mailed me. I shall meet him at the party tomorrow and shall float in looking gorgeous, devastate everybody within the proverbial five-mile vicinity and cold-shoulder him so bad he won’t get himself thawed out until next year), babysitting (the downside of having an eight year old hyperactive pickpocket in the house, who my parents insist is my biological brother), and settling the ever-present sibling issues and angst fests in betimes (always unsuccessfully. If my sister and I have to live under the same roof for very much longer, somebody’s gonna get blown up, supernatural powers or no). And it’s quite useless even starting on my parents, because I shall have to write a book about them if I do, and I shall have to get it published besides but I shall fail my A/L s in the process and have to live off the royalties of the book and get filthy rich even after my parents have kicked me out of the house for all the stuff I’ve written about them and for being a disgrace to the family which would be fine because I’m just gonna go and get a navel ring and my hair dyed pink and prove to my Mom that she CANNOT run my life especially now that I don’t need their financial assistance and that I am gonna go to hell in my own way but the shock would probably kill her and everybody would blame me as usual and holy god, I am babbling.

 

Well, anyway, I miss all of you! Especially Paro. And Holly. And Sanjana. And Patty and Leila and Dasha and that little whipper-snapper who keeps masquerading as a fourteen year old and everybody else! Wish me luck, to survive this week, ‘cos I’m gonna need it!

 

P.S: How did the Watalappan turn out, Princess?

 

Comments

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

MmmmmHmmmmmm, guurrrrrrrlllll I know what you're sayin'! *snap snap snap*

*...one last feeble snap*

Ehem. Well then...AH! YOU POSTED!! *spazzes*

Anywho, so sorry to hear about the ginormous piles of work and such. It so happens I just got over a bout of that very same affliction, and I must say it is an incredible relief. So good luck, and no matter what the various pens, pencils, random sets of instructions for whatever you're doing at the time, and notes on obscure things that you will never ever truly have to know or use after the test are saying: no, it is not the apocolypse and you are not stuck in a neverending cosmic vortex of work and stress and annoying voices and messy hair from hell.

Oh, and YOU GO GIRL! Give him the freezing shoulder made of dry ice. He deserves it, the jackass. And meanwhile, maybe in your gorgeousness, you'll attract some other wonderful specimen of the male species who will actually be a decent human being and non-existant e-mail guy will stand in the corner and boil incessantly in jealousy.

I MISS YOU TOO HAPPY LADY!!!

Please do return to the land of the terminally insane disclaimers of reality ASAP. It's lonely here without your bounds of infinite wisdom, you know?