Ha-pp-ppy Budday!!

This post is dedicated to my knight in shining armor, elixir of life, my personal Ron Weasley and Sirius Black (when you consider me to be Harry Potter and James Potter) Varsha Rupani!!
Who turned 15 at the stroke of midnight today!! :)
Happpppppyyyyyyyy Budday my dearest!!!!!!!!!! =D
Ever since, ALL I have been doing is, telling her that she is a "buddhi amma" now (I am still 14!!!) and she's gonna die before I do!! =D
I feel so insanely young everytime one of my friends have their birthdays, because I am younger than ALL my closest friends (the largest difference being 3 years!)!!

So well, I had one helluva day today!!!! School was actually FUN, in the literal sense, completely after what seems right now like an eternity, really!
Of course, the most significant contributing factor was the muffins and cakes she brought. Fact: Varsha's mum bakes the BEST cakes and muffins ever. Seriously. And of course, she's totally like Mrs. Weasley, she is a strong believer that the more we eat, the more we excel in well, anything. Or maybe she loves stuffing us. The latter seems realistic, if you know her mum.
Even the card made for her, by me of course, constituted of a lot more thanks to her mother than to her. Remember that blog post on Friendship's Day?? So, well, you guys know them, if it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have my elixir of life or Ron Weasley or Sirius Black at all. And no, its NOT because of the reason that she gave birth to her, which now that I think about it, seems wayyy more obvious.
Today was the BEST day ever!!!!!!!!! =D We bunked the whole time, the weather was beyond awesome, every fricking teacher seemed to be absent/our ears downright REFUSED to register any word they said, I got punished a record-breaking 5 times (I dunno when EXACTLY, but I have started feeling insanely proud when I defy a teacher and/or I'm punished. The other day, our "Respected teacher" The Tarun..btw..The preceded Tarun because he has an infuriating THING for it. Seriously. When he's reading from the book, even then he adds his own "the"s and "a"s wherever he feels like. I mean seriously, is it that difficult to pay attention in your English class? And then they go on and give lectures on concentration. Hypocrites really. The other day he was telling me how "I somehow passed 8th grade and that I don't study and that I'm a disturbing element, when I unservilely, like the expect us to, pointed out to him that I am a blue belt holder, and what does he say to that? "Academics isn't the only thing required. Notebook and companion submission is necessary too." I informed him that both of the mentioned things were checked, so he's like "You aren't doing ME a favor" Oh well, seriously man, WHAT do you want me to do? You see how far I go when it comes to criticizing teachers. Don't ever get me started). Plus we ate zillions (four) larger than life muffins, which were AMBROSIAL!!!!!!!!! I wish mum learned how to bake too. She finds it a waste of time, and says I can order and there's always Cake Parlour. Still, of late, she's been making plans to start learning, but keeping in mind from which side I got the rich art of procrastinating, odds are still low that she might start anytime in near future.
And Varsha, being the byatch that she is, says carrying large Tupperwares filled with choco-stuff is NOT her idea of coming to school everyday. All I can do is sigh. And go to her place as often as I can.

Oh, and did I mention that the weather TOTALLY calls, screams, shouts, begs for an outing. Maybe to some hill station. Or maybe a long drive. Or just a night-out. The air conditioner is NO use when it comes to such weather. I love it, really. Too bad Varanasi, is well, undescribably, unendurably HOT most of the time. Which sucks if you're me, who LOVES winters. Adore it! Of course, it doens't hurt that our winter school uniform is infinitely superior in comparison to the summer's. Not just in comparison, its just great aise bhi! I find EVERY student attractive in the winter uniform, really, its just that good. Almost every student I mean! =)
It was the first time in a LONG while when I returned home smelling more like myself and less like some football player when practice is over. Of course, football players are HAWT, if only they smelled good all the time. But you can't be all good things at a time unless you're Edward Cullen or something!! =)
I was SO disappointed when I heard David Bekham wouldn't be playing. Fact#2 He. Is. Hot. Enough said! This year was the first time I watched FIFA, I mean, every match where England and Portugal and Argentina played (I am in love with Christiano Renaldo and Lionel Messi. Sometimes, when I sit down to make a list of the guys I love, I feel like a slut!! =P) Then I found out David wasn't playing. So I stuck to just the other two teams. Yeah, I am shallow that way, I am not an avid sportsperson. In fact, I am sport-ally challenged, if you know what I mean. I am impaired. My hand-eye cordination, for one, is zilch. The only sport I can say that I PLAY, is Badminton, at which, thankfully I am good. Otherwise, I downright suck at every other sport. I used to like basketball when we had to stand in a queue and wait out turns and then concentrate and hit the ball inside the basket. More often than not, my ball DID manage to go inside the basket. THEN, they go on and introduce me to actual football, and that was the end of my being-a-part-of-the-school-basketball-team dream. Not exactly a dream, if you get the gist of what I am saying.

Two of my best friends (Munmun and Choti) play basketball. Munmun, who's my cousin too, and in 7th grade atm, is 5'7 and a half feet tall, when I am a mere 5'3/5'4 (and I consciously avoid walking beside her, but fail miserably) She is the basketball team captain. When I play with them, well, I can say I play. But otherwise, I am just too intimidated by everyone watching me and my every move. Plus, my hand-eye cordination is zero, like I mentioned earlier, so well, that ends with me playing only badminton.

Plus, expectantly Until You is The Bomb!!!!! I am hooked. But everytime I think of the Maths exam, I start hyperventilating. Plus, just when I was starting to feel a slight bit of confidence in my preparations, bam, I saw the sample papers and exam paper of other schools, not to mention the questions given to us by some substitute teacher who seemed to be sleep-walking by the way, *whoosh* all the hardly built confidence goes down the drain.
But all this LEAST concerns me when I am reading. When I read, its like I am teleported to a parallel, LOVELY, preferable universe, where EVERYTHING revolves around love-lives, and no one gives a DAMN about practical, real stuff. Of course, romance is real, but not the centre of attraction in real life, sadly. Of course I am talking about romance novels. When I read stuff like Harry Potter, I feel charged from within, ready to hex anyone who foolishly dares to come near me, but still, its a parallel lovely preferable universe too!!!
If only I could live there all my life!!
Like I always tend to say, Wishful Thinking Hurts!!!!!! Yeah, I learned that from Rihanna's Rehab!! :)

Its weird how my posts always end on such "happy" notes.
Well, u hate the courteous part of me, so I'll just say, More later..!!!!!! =)

PS. Superman by Eminem is SOME song. I love the way Eminem sings really. Every rapper pales in comparison to him. That matter-of-factly I-dont-give-a-fack attitude that emanates from him is simply out of the world!!!!!

I do know one thing though..bitches they
come they go..Saturday through Sunday Monday..Monday through Sunday Yo!! Maybe
I'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow, till then just sit your drunk
ass on that fackin' runway ho
Cause I can't be your
SUPERMAN!!!