My boring routine. And test jitters.

It's kind of amazing how bored yet busy you can be in life.- Shambhavi Rai 

Here's a lowdown of my schedule these past few weeks-
12/1/2 (!!!!) pm- Wake up
12/1/2 to 3 pm- Waste time on WhatsApp, Instagram, Facebook, eat something, listen to your mom rant about wasting time, not necessarily in that order.
3-5 pm*- Study. Get interrupted by WhatsApp messages, or Facebook messages, but never turn your phone off, also keep studying. If it's on silent, keep checking for new messages/notifications every few minutes, then go back to studying
5-6 pm- Take a break because oh my god, I've studied for two whole hours (ignore the small interruptions)
6-8 pm- Catch up on the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother/The Originals/New Girl/Modern Family/The Vampire Diaries, analyse the entire episode with reviews on Wetpaint, watch promos for the next episode, read a few Wikipedia bios of guest stars.
8-9 pm- Study again. Interruptions included, OBVIOUSLY.
9-10 pm- Bigg boss, bigg boss, bigg boooooossssss. (Sing it, guys!) Gauhar and Kushal FTW.
10-11 pm**-Talk to mom, which more often than not includes some lecture about not studying. Love you though <3 font="">
11-4/5 am- Study. With interruptions. Do I really need to say it?
4-5 or 5-5:30 am- Catch up BuzzFeed, Cracked, Flipboard, Slate, Jezebel. I am an aspiring writer and all that no?
5/5:30-12/1/2 pm (!!!!)- Sleep! Oh I love thou, slumber.

*On alternate days, I endure my Maths and Accounts tutors for those two hours.
**On Fridays and Saturdays, I watch 24 (the Indian version. Shut your face if you want to say something about plagiarism. I absolutely LOVE that show.)

So I am hoping you can judge by my wonderful routine how I am going to be acing all my tests. I have two Subject Tests (aka SAT II. Most 'good' colleges require them.) on 7th of December. Like the oh-so-responsible person I deem myself to be, I forgot to register. Because it's completely normal and forgivable to forget what you've kind of been preparing for since three-four months no? No.
I am waitlisted now and I am absolutely terrified that I MAY return from the test center without giving the actual tests.
Pray for me, anyone and everyone reading this.
In another scenarios, if I am admitted to the tests after all I'll actually have to give them. What's more scary, I am thinking.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
I am so so scared even though contrary to what my routine may suggest, though studying-hours-with-interruptions have prepared me enough to pass with respectable scores, I think. I hate test jitters seriously. In fact, before all important tests I always start to freak out and end up studying on the last day because I have to keep distracting myself with other things to stop myself from well, I can't think of a better term than freaking the fuck out! 
And that actually sucks a lot more when you consider that I am procrastinator, as a result of which I always make a 'prepare on last day' compartment in my mind for a few things. For example, some volumes and areas formulae for the Math Level 1 Subject test. I have to properly learn them on 6th, which is tomorrow (technically today but it's not the next day unless you sleep, right?) and I am just going to be thinking- What's gonna happen? What if I don't know anything? What if it's completely different from the practice papers? What if I am not allowed to even sit for the test??????????????????????

Like I said, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssse pray.
And fans of One Direction, I am from the same family. Pray for a fellow directioner? :)

Also, can I just take a minute and talk about Paul Walker? I know for a fact that I hate seeing new RIP Paul Walker posts on my news feed each day because it just reminds me of the tragedy so I hate to do it to someone else but I need to get it out that I loved that guy. Honest to God, I loved the Fast series because of him. I am just ashamed to admit that I didn't know much about him except his all-encompassing good looks and charm prior to his death. He was raising funds for Philippines practically MINUTES before he died. He was into marine biology, he was a surfer, a professional racer and more than all that, an amazing father. All his interviews about Meadow Walker are so adorable.
I am sure he is watching over her from wherever he is now.
Rest in peace you beautiful soul :)
Also, I don't have much to say about the guy who died with him, Roger Rodas, because he wasn't a 'celebrity' so people don't really know (or care to know, sadly.) much about him. From what little I found out, he was a father of two and his 8-year old tried to save him, after he saw the car wrecked. That's absolutely heartbreaking. I know I didn't know of his existence before he tragically passed away, yet I want to say Rest in Peace, Roger Rodas.

Things that annoy me

Yes I suck for not posting more often, but can we get back to that later?
I am super duper bugged about something right now (wow, did that really sound as 2nd grade as I think it did?)
So we got our first semester results today. I was expecting something in 70s (which was bad enough as it is because it's 12th. You can't be a scholar your entire life and get casual in your senior year because the rest of it really doesn't MATTER.) so I was pretty cool when my entire class had hoarded our class teacher for a glimpse of the result (which by the way, they were going to get anyway. What was the point, guys?) but then my result was announced and I was.......not so cool after that.
I got 5-bloody-8%. You read that right. 58.
And the worst part? I actually deserve it. That right there is what is annoying the HELL out of me. Okay so I missed two tests, I had SAT to worry about and then I enrolled in this dance workshop and took part in Teachers Day but those are just what they sound like! Excuses! I know a lot of people who do so much more and yet manage to score a lot more. Heck, I used to do much more and score a lot more. What happened to me? 
I'll tell you what. I just didn't study. Really, that's the bottom line. I remember opening the Economics book one day before the test was scheduled, just because. I remember literally laughing at how abhorrently unprepared I was for the Accounts test. I remember how I totally gave up on Maths. I remember how I got 67/100 in ENGLISH. (Okay, very very frankly, that may have something to do with my teacher who hates me for no reason. I gave her reasons later to hate me more, but only AFTER it was established that she hated me. But do you take your anger out on a student's marks? That is so petty.) Anyway ENGLISH. My knight in shining armor, my Elixir of life, and it kicked me right in the face. The subject that surprisingly saved me is Business, the subject that annoys me the most ironically. 
In short I remember how extremely casually I took all the tests, and the results more than show.
True, the reason I took these tests casually was because I thought in the long run they really didn't matter, so what's the point? 
That still holds true BUT GRDGKDGWARFTWDEAWDSGDDFHDTE. I can't handle such marks. 
I know I sound completely vain and insipid right now but bear with me Blogger!

So anyway I have come up with the conclusion that marks may not matter in the long run but they do matter in the short run and that it's embarrassing the fuck out of me. Also, the worst part is that now whenever mom tells me to study I can't go all 'Just see my marks' because my marks are sadly no longer worth seeing.
Yashwi being a total darling reminded me there are mocks and two pre-boards left to study hard for and she's right but........oh my god WHY didn't I study? 
Why why why?
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?

I am done, I think. For the moment at least. 

Let's talk about some other things that annoy me to no end. Exhibit A, our school is conducting the half yearly exams of every class except 12th right now and as a result the students of different buses are combined while going back home, as the other students have already left. (Believe me that boring piece of information was necessary.) So anyway, a few days ago I entered the bus and sat on the second last seat like always when this teacher, who goes by some other bus but who was sitting in my bus because of the aforementioned combining of the buses, tells me to sit in front because it's a new rule that girls can't sit at the back. Excuse me, but what the fuck? I point blank refused of course. But it's been annoying me ever since anyway because IT'S THE 21ST CENTURY! What do you mean girls aren't "allowed" to sit at the back? Why the hell not? And to think that she herself is a female. It is beyond me how people find it in themselves to utter such rubbish. I was so prepared to fight her every day, I actually wanted her to take me to the co-ordinator (though I was pretty sure she wouldn't because it cannot be a rule, so what would be her grounds?) but sadly, and very annoyingly again, I couldn't go to school the next two days. The first day I missed my bus, and the second day my alarm didn't ring. (No I didn't secretly put it on silent to miss school like I sometimes do so mom won't hear it. I don't know why it happened. Maybe God wanted me to sleep?) and when today I went to school she didn't come!
Please god please, make sure our buses are combined on Monday because I SO want to make sure she knows I know what's allowed and what's not.

The other thing that's annoying me is that I am so indecisive about my future right now. October 2 is the last date for registering for SAT Subject Tests and I still can't decide if I want to sit the tests or not. I can't decide if I want to join CLAT coaching classes or not.
I decided against the coaching classes because I wanted to concentrate on 12th but we all know how THAT turned out, huh? :(
(on a side note, Blogspot, you need Emojis! Just a shoutout in the blogspot universe, let's hope someone notices it)

So any curious reader (who has managed to read thus far into this post, thankyou very much) must be wondering what exactly I am doing when I am not studying and/or doing anything else of any relevance? Well, I have come across this gem of a series that has given my life a new meaning. It is super mega foxy awesome. It's Community. Also, How I Met Your Mother, Modern Family, New Girl, and Glee are back. Not to mention Vampire Diaries will be back on October 2 (THE ORIGINAL PREMIERE GUYSSS) and then there's the Pretty Little Liars Halloween special on October 22 (RAVENSWOOD TOO, YOU GUYSSSS.) 
Spoiler alert- A detailed TV obsession post coming soon..

Now just tell me, how am I supposed to find time to study? 
I know I know, it's just a matter of time before my mom pulls the plug and I shall be left in a TV-WhatsApp-Instagram-less universe. 
I won't say novels because if even I am left without novels I shall quite simply cease to exist. Which reminds me, I am FINALLY reading To Kill  A Mockingbird which is such a great book! Everything they say about it is true true true. Once I am done, I'll dedicate an entire post to it.
On a related note, is it a sin to not like The Catcher in the Rye? Because I found it so utterly boring I had to force myself through each page. Why are people so obsessed with it again? Holden Caulfield is the phoniest person alive yet everything anyone does is phony to him. The most irritating thing was that everything 'killed' him. That killed me. (Was that hypocritical?)

Oh oh oh..it's Bigg Boss time.
Yes, you can all guess how much my poor result has affected me. 
*Ashamed*
Laters, baby. 
(You still suck E.L. James)

My favorite John Green quotes

Every sane person on the face of the planet knows that John Green is a genius. He should quite simply rule the world. He is a writer you can't stop reading once you've begun. His YA characters actually have more to think about than school woes and first loves and parental problems.
I can't remember a time I haven't wondered about the secrets of the universe, about life after death, life BEFORE death. Why, what, how, when, where? John Green is evidently engrossed by such stuff too, which is why I love him so. I remember when Pudge was preparing his school project for his Religions class, where they had to form a question and attempt to answer it with help from different religions. When he forms 'What happens after death?', I literally screamed with delight..Pudge, me too me too me too! 

This particular post has been brought on by reading Paper Towns. It shouldn't be termed as a novel. It should rather be called a quotes book, packed with thought provoking and awesome quotes that can consume you. I loved Quentin's musings, Radar's Santa woes, Ben's badass-ness (or so he'd like to think) and Margo's uniqueness.
John Green says "Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting". On that note, here I go- 

Dancing blues

I realize it's been more than a month (One month, twenty days to be very accurate) since I last took out time from my not-so-busy-as-lazy life to do what I love! Imagine not even taking out time for things you love. Wow, I must have been born with some rare kind of a lazy gene, because I take slothfulness to an entirely new level.

Exhibit A- Can you believe that I slept around 4 last night (some people might call it dawn, but what the hell? It's night for me!) and woke up by 12, and I AGAIN slept at 5 in the evening? In my defence, the evening sleep lasted for less than an hour but it's still mighty unacceptable. But then again, I love sleeping, so isn't that kind of taking out time for one of the things I love? Was my mind subconsciously making up for time missed here? See, how much writing can help. I just came upon such a stunning realization.

Okay, so stunning realizations and musings aside, do you want to know WHAT has managed to keep me away from my love for such a long time, aside from the slothfulness (which can never ever go away, so I might as well stop trying)?

Well, even if you don't (though the fact that you're still reading this suggests otherwise), here's the answer-

Dancing!

*cue horrified gasps* (She dances, too?)

Yes sir. 

The last three weeks were without a doubt one of the best weeks of my entire life! (In fact, the only weeks that I can think of that have been better than these last few weeks, are the weeks that led up to my brother's wedding.) So anyway, I am sure most of you know Shiamak Davar, the pioneer choreographer, master of contemporary and modern dancing in India. He has this academy called Shiamak Davar Institute of Performing Arts, which organizes workshops and 'funks' all over the country, in an attempt to lure shy people like me to let go of their inhibitions and dance away (okay that's not exactly there only/official agenda, but that's what it means to me) And lure me they did. I joined the workshop this year and it was SUCH A BLAST. We had 18 classes of an hour each, every day, leading up to the final performances in front of a proper audience which comprised of one Master Marzi (yes, the one from Dance India Dance. Yes, the one who has such a hard time speaking Hindi.), various teachers and authorities of the school where the workshop was being held (We were the 'outsider's batch') and parents of all the people participating. 

My batch was all of 12 people, and we learned Rock n Roll/ Hip Hop on Battamiz Dil (I know I know! Common song but what can I do? We were all stuck on Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, and by the time we came to our senses, all the good ones had been taken up by the other batches.) and a little introduction into Jazz and Contemporary. I hated contemporary but I loooooooooooved jazz. 

And by 'looooooooove' I am reminded of one of the most major reasons why I am having such post-workshop blues..my dance instructor. Okay, not exactly MY dance instructor, since mine was this really sweet, perky and tiny girl called Ridhi. He was instructing some other (lucky) batch, but he came to our practice thrice, and during the course of those practices and the final rehearsals I absolutely, unconditionally and irrevocably fell in love with him. 

Okay not really, but you get what I mean right?

So one important lesson I have learned is that guys who can dance are SO HOT! :D

Honestly though, the workshop was so much fun, and I always had something to look forward to, and to keep me from having evenings like today where I fell asleep. IN THE EVENING. Just reiterating to drive home the horror. I miss the workshop to no end man! But well, it's been a week since and the blues are now almost-but-not-quite non-existent. But oh, I can't forget the first day after the workshop. I literally felt so so down that I couldn't believe it. I am SO going to be participating in all winter and summer funks they organize in the metros while I am in college.

Back to the present, while I did give a lot of time to what I love today, I also unwillingly had to give time to what I decidedly DON'T love anymore, which is Micro economics. Yeah, I have another annoying test coming up and it's made me hate Economics! Imagine, one of the few subjects that I actually liked. Thanks a lot, schoolvaalon. 

What I am reading currently (review to follow, hopefully) - It's Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzinni.