Pie

It's has been too long, I know this!

This site is not much like Tumblr, where people decide, "Oh. Let me just re-blog this and that and call it my own, then laugh about it and comment about it. Then have others share it."

It requires one to spill his or her emotions out into lengthy paragraphs and entries, ones that the Tumblr-folk could write if they feel up to it. Yet with their laziness and the technological advantage called re-blogging at their fingertips, they mostly choose not to. Not that I'm complaining.

The thanksgiving passed by as per usual. I spent the night at the cousins' house with plenty of
Pecan pie and s'mores to go around (don't ask, it's quite a long time tradition). My uncle recently went out and bought a Canon T1-I or something model of a camera, and I played around with it for a while. Nothing truly professional, of course.

The weather has been quite gloomy, and I don't know if it's just me, but I kind of like that every once in a while. It's sort of relaxing to the mind with all you gaze out of the window is a cloudy fog and nothing more. Nothing less than dead trees and mist in the midst. The biting cold hits you hard like a rock or a moving car, yet you still are able to stay calm, and enjoy it all.

Or maybe that's just me?


Well isn't that simply delicious. 

I think pumpkin pie has to be my favorite. Only when it is cool, with cinnamon flavored ice cream and perhaps some strawberries on the side?
Yum. Time to cook up some concoctions in the kitchen!

Happy belated turkey day, all.

My Start

Currently listening to: She's Got You High by Mumm-Ra


Most say life is full of chances. Others contemplate that it's a justification of the risks one take. For me, life is about the simplicities, extravagances, and fulfilling conversations that come with being a teenager. School is my life as of now, and I would like to say that it has come to one thing: grades. "Striving for that perfect GPA will be worth it in the end," I tell myself day after day. But will it, really?

What if I end up in as someone who leads a horrible life? What then? I could have gone to Med school, why the hell not. Yet what if that God out there says "Oh look, Rucha's about to be happy. Better go get her."

Then?

What my true question to the world and myself is:
Will the struggles I go through now really turn out for the best, or is it just a mistake on my part to even go through with them in the first place.

I procrastinate. Trust me, I do. Any work I have quickly whisked away like sweat on a marathon runner's eyebrow. It's forgotten and more appealing things manifest in my mind. Short films, or perhaps a late-night watching of (500) Days of Summer will do the trick. As I sit here, the warmth from my electric heater radiating to bring life into my dark, empty room, I wish for the thrills of summer. The careless, humid nights where I could sit on my rooftop and sing songs and talk on the phone all night long, and nobody would care.

It was just me and myself and I.

But then school came along.

Maybe now is some time for Froot Loops and a cold glass of soy milk.