What's in a Birthday?

I'm not joking, really, what's in a birthday? Why do we have to celebrate it? I'm not going to be an ass and say  "A birthday is but a step closer to death" like one teacher did, to us 8th graders, but still. I feel like strangling people when they are not excited about their birthdays. For some reason I'm more excited about other people's birthday's than my own. I like picking out gifts that match people's personalities, doing something unique for them, scribbling silly messages on greeting cards. Fun!

When it comes to my birthday however, it seems I've caught the blues. The birthday blues, if that's possible.

Gifts, new clothes, parties, wishes, these are all reasons to be excited, BUT I'm. Still. Not.



I can't believe it's almost a year since the day when the highlight of my birthday was seeing someone's post on my wall. I hope to god, that that isn't the case this time. 



 On an unrelated note, how do you deal with passive agression? How can you let out all those feelings that are brimming inside, threatening to spill over, but never do, and color your behaviour towards people negatively? 

AARGH.

Bloody KCR. If I haven't had enough reason to hate you, now I DO. MAY YOU BE PUT IN THE TOTAL PERSPECTIVE VORTEX AND BE DESTROYED BY A VOGON CONSTRUCTOR SHIP AND MAY YOUR NOSE ROT IN HELL FOREVER.

It's all because of this humongous nosed bastard that I'M NOT GETTING TO SEE this. D: D: D:

I should have known it was too good to come true anyway. I mean, ME on a ship with thousands of books, that too international books at half price? D: D:



 I MISS NEOPETS. I know it's juvenile. But I DO. I ALSO WANT TO PLAY THE SIMS. BADLY.

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Oh, how you taunt me. Sitting there prettily, all by yourself. When I say all by yourself, I mean that you're intimidating. Scary. Mundastic. And full of problems. Yes, dear Engineering Mathematics Volume 2 by S.Chand.  GO BURN YOURSELF or something. Don't stare at me like that.

*cowers*

Math external scheduled for day-after. Obviously, I do not know anything. Okay, I am exaggerating. I don't know much. But, happily, this time, I don't have the continual panic attack that I'm under (or the usual exam fever. I really get fever before Math) right before any major Math exam. Maybe it's because I'm pretty sure that I'll pass somehow, or maybe it's because the rents expect me to do just that. They're quite fine with it, which, amusingly enough, makes me want to do well. Which is why I'm being glowered at by the textbook. I haz to do the laplaaace transforms (and about a zillion other things), but I'm okay with it. : ) At least for now.
I have a feeling my panic attack will be back tomorrow. Let's see. Laplaaace caals.

Meanwhile, go watch this:




"I get up in the morning
                                               to the beat of the drum.
                                               I get up to this feeling,
                                               keeps me on the run.
                                               I get up in the morning,

put my dreams away,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I get up, i get up, i get up again."                                                                                 





                                               I <3 Ryan Gosling. 


Kthanxbai.


HAHAHAH!

I came across these cartoons a while back, the tambrahm ones, and they've helped me pass the time in quite a few boring classes, even though there were times when I was at risk of being sent out of the class for laughing too much or nearly exclaiming "STORY OF MY LIFE!!!" too loudly.  I always thought that there should be something for the Telugu Brahmins too, even though the tambrahm ones equally apply. Little did I know, there IS one! For all the Telugu's or as they shall henceforth be called, Gults. (Pronounced as gultI. Supposed to stand for Telugu pronounced backwards, but there's another meaning for it,which I do not want to tell on my blog. :P Go look it up)

Anyway, these rage comics are THE BEST. Like, the BESSTTT..  I'm going to share some of my favourites from both Gultrage and Tambrahmrage. If you can understand, have fun! Otherwise, have fun! = D

^The Corporate schools and colleges in the state give me the creeps. 








I want to add SOO TRUEE! as the caption for every comic. They're that accurate. And funny. And awesome.

I think I'm going to create a meme too. gultbapanrage.tumblr.com coming right up!

Along with The Timepass Batani Blog. xD

Stay tuned! 
 

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