Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Lazy Post!!

Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay on my bed
Don't feel like picking up the phone
So leave a message at the tone
Cause today I swear I am not doing anything!

Once upon a time, in a polluted, crowded yet beautiful city, lived a girl called Shambhavi. She was your usual procrastinating, Harry-Potter-reading, music-listening, Edward-cullen-worshiping, Paul-wesley-twitter-stalking, ian-somerhalder-hating, TV-shows-watching, blogging world-saving chick. Only not the last part. Okay, that's not really usual, eh? (To think that some people HATE Edward ! ! !..and love Ian Somerhalder! And don't really like Paul Wesley.. okay, I have to shut up)..so where were we? So she was your..not-so-usual girl. She used to blog all the time. And then she stopped. Because some guy called Barney Stinson came up to her one day, while she was chilling at a certain McLaren's, on her trip to the city that apparently never slept. This was a guy in a suit. She loved guys who wore suits. And he was blond. She had always wanted to kiss a blond guy. And he was handsome in a polished, blond sort of way. The only barrier between Barney and her was her brother, who sat next to her, checking out girls in a my-sister-cant-really-see-me-doing-that-as-she's-ignorant-and-generally-oblivious way. But of course she could. And she was disgusted. No, she couldn't get used to that. He finally made her way to her, and said pointing a manicured finger 'You. Write a blog?' She was overwhelmed. This guy had read her blog? And he didn't even KNOW her. 'Yeah, no big.' she said, trying not to let on how excited and nervous she felt. 'Yeah, I have one too. It's better than yours. WAY better. Do you have rules? And theories? And a record of sleeping with 200 girls? And an AWESOME life? An obsenely sick amount of money..oh wait, allowance? You don't. Stop blogging. Your blog sucks.' She was shattered, and close to tears as he walked away. And then she woke up. It was a DREAM! But she couldn't blog again..until one day, she was beyond bored, and tired of not blogging. She loved it too much. So she did it again. And grew up to become a successful psychologist. And made bucks. And married a hot, tall guy. And had babies. And then wrote a book. Died and went to heaven. Watched over her kids. Became GOD!

Yeah. That was a big fat lie. Nothing but the dream though. Everything else IS true. It just happened yet.
Real reason I stopped blogging?
I don't know..life gets too monotonous and you kinda try to change the way you live, only to realize you have to get back to your older life? Yeah, that happened to me. Okay fine, that's a lie too. I ain't that deep. For that to happen, your life has to get monotonous. Mine never did. I am just too ashamed to admit..that I am a bitch who abandoned her blog. I lost the urge. Suddenly, my fingers started to ache whenever I blogged. And also, I was too absorbed in the book I was trying to write. Only to abandon it halfway too. I lost THAT urge too. I am gonna continue when I find my muse again.

I am BORED (didn't I JUST write my life was never monotonous?)
Vacations suck when you're stuck in your hometown, and not having the time of your life with your cousins in some far-off place.
I can't wait for Roopal di to come on 5th. Or Munmun to come on 19th. I half-prayed the world really ended on 21st May. At least SOMETHING would happen.

I have to have to HAVE to have a whole new post dedicated to The Vampire Diaries and Pretty Little Liars. I cannot believe I'd never seen the fucking amazing shows. But I am, like the title suggest, properly in the lazyyyyyy mode.

Before I sign out, there's this band you HAVE to check out if you haven't. 2am club. Now here's where I'd start gushing and dying over the band. But I've been told that I gush a bit TOO much, so the expectations are pretty high, and people end up saying 'ahh..they're okay'. So I am gonna leave it at that.
Top two songs by 2am- Worry about you, Make you mine.
Make sure you check them out!

Until next time.

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