Renewal?

Nose currently buried deep within- Like Water for Chocolate: A Novel in Monthly Installments with Recipes, Romances, and Home Remedies by Laura Esquivel.


We're Going to Be Friends- The White Stripes


Snow, snow and more snow. And sadness, as it appears that this school year is the worst. Midterms commenced a few hours back, and English is done and over with. I feel like the only things to console me these days are warm socks and The Beatles. The despised flurries fall almost as if in heaps, and I can't help but wonder what the balmy weather must be like in India at this very moment.

Visit India one day if you enjoy the vibrant hues of the spectrum. Trust me, there is no such thing as tackiness when it comes to clothing and appearance. It's a panorama of sights, smells, sounds, and experiences. What's not to love in adventure?

I don't think I have lost myself these past few months. I am proud to say I know where I am, and what I wish to be. Doesn't that give you a sense of hope, what with the dismal weather and stresses of life? 

Alas, I have forced myself not to watch the third season of Skins UK until after midterms!

She wishes to disappear from the face of the Earth.

Like a small speck of dust left on your coat

pocket, like warm breath after a hot chocolate

battling strong and hard against the frozen

December air. Laugh in all of your undaunted,
fickle amusement. Your chutzpah might as well be
punished.

Trust-Busting and Sickness

Sickness and winter are intertwined. I always manage to fall sick two or three times, causing me to miss at least a good five days of school every winter, for as long as I could remember. Today was a half day, no big deal, yet I still feel uncomfortable sitting at home right now, knowing I'm possibly missing a physics demonstration on linear momentum and collision. It's quite sad, actually.

I was writing my evaluation of Theodore Roosevelt last night, at the eleventh hour as per usual. I actually managed to finish quite early, around 11:00, then I took a shower. That was seriously a mistake on my part, because I went to bed at half past midnight, after studying for a Francais quiz. Too bad I missed that! Anywho, Roosevelt was renowned around the nation for being one who "busts trusts," in other words, he hated big businesses and did anything to take them down. Hoorah Teddy for supporting the rights of a common man. You are officially my hero.

I love the feeling of not being able to breathe through my left nostril. The right is fine, no worries. Just the left, because it feels like not working thanks to my congestion. I also adore that feeling you have when you are trying really really hard to sneeze, but you can't. Isn't that just awesome?

Sickness makes me sarcastic.

Saaaaave me. J'adore looking half disgusting and half incompetent.

Maybe it's time for some new Uggs this holiday season? Things I need this winter (to actually be able to make it through)...

Ugg- Dakota

Who doesn't love some hot chocolate?

Pumpkin-Ginger Pie. Oh my lord.

So, that's my fix for today. Laa-di-dum, I think I feel a song belting coming along, because I am listening to the soundtrack of In The Heights. No me diga!


Please please do not get sick like me and enjoy this wintry wonderland for the weekend!

One Syllable, One Million Implications

It irritates me when people are against love. "It's something handed down to us. It's magic." Yeah, yeah. I'd jump in front of a train for you, I'd do anything for you. Of course you will. You love me because you're my mother. Or my father. 

It's those significant others you have to watch out for. For us youngsters, society leads us to believe that love is an integral part of life. It's simply "magnificent" and who wouldn't want someone to stay awake with them and to cuddle with, and stare at? It's just that teenagers are incapable of realizing that love at this time is better focused toward family, and themselves. Loving yourself is the first step to loving others, is it not? When people say they "don't believe in love," it's understandable, yet are they heartless idiots with no family? Or no sense of self pride? They "love" what society wants them to love. I personally have not experienced a sort of love one gives to a significant other, but I don't go bashing around others who might be falling into its obvious, inevitable trap. Being well-rounded and accepting of others' characteristics comes with doing just that: accepting. Seeing that people are all different, and, quelle surprise! So are you.

The media is good for one thing: brainwashing the younger generations toward a common goal. Sure, that's youth, is it not? But when adolescence passes by and adult responsibilities come with time, where is this poor child headed? What does he need to see the light? I say indie music should rule the world. And Doc Martens. Until, sadly enough, those become unoriginal, and then society is back to square one. 

Human influence: 1. 

Human intelligence: 0.

Whoops.

Hey, Confusion. Why don't you come around?

So, I feel hurt and just plain old down in the dumps today. Is that even a regular saying anymore? The day started off unexpected, for I had a plan to go into the city with an old friend. Yet now I sit here, alone, and wonder what that girl is exactly thinking and going through at this moment.

The story goes as follows: I have a friend, let's call her Geraldine. Now, Geraldine came here from a foreign country. She does not live with her parents, yet lives with her Aunt, and her husband, accompanied by her other cousins, who are in the same situation as she is in. They have come to America to study and go to college, to basically start a different life. She has far less privileges than your average American teenager, for I guess she is trying to prove herself, to both her parents, as well as her Aunt, and even herself.

What I don't understand is: when she is faced with a problem in which she wishes to do something for herself, in other words, to have some freedom, why doesn't she fight for it? Geraldine, for lack of better words, "loves" to work. Schoolwork, community service, church labor, about any work that a teenager could partake in. Hell, she would get a job, that is, if she could.

She never has time for herself. Absolutely never, ever. Don't even ask her! This, my friends, is my best bud. My "BFFL." Tell me now, do you see something wrong with this?

She needs help, preferably some sort of therapeutic relaxation from the everyday life of a high school junior. She also needs to be able to sense that freedom and a break is necessary to actually live. You are a teenager, goddamn it. Please just realize this, for the sake of those who actually wish to see you every once in a while. You know, to check if you're alive or not...

It just hit me that I am currently obsessed with the so-called pop phenomenon Bruno Mars. If anyone has heard of this guy, please just look him up. Far beyond your average pop garbage these days, and an actual down-to-earth, talented kid. Not to mention quite adorable.

I've just been living on the edge the past few months since school has started. You ever feel like everything you live for is just focused on this one single thing and there's nothing you can do but fight for it? No compromising, no loopholes in that contract called life. Just live and make the best of what you are given.

Currently reading: Brave New World. By Aldous Huxley. Damn good book, with loads of 1) insight and 2) allusions. My two favorite things!

If I had gone to the city: ramen would be the first thing I would have eaten. Simply scrumptious, a Japanese delight, obviously involving noodles and a spicy broth. Plus many other appetizing things...

Time to do what I do best. Sit on my ass and watch old re-runs of That 70's Show, with leftover turkey and a warm fireplace.

Have a wonderful night.

It just has never occurred to me that it can get so cold at 5 AM. Last night was an all-nighter and I'm not going to lie: it felt kind of good to be nocturnal after a while. Do you ever get that feeling? Like you are at par with those creatures of the night?
I am just glad that a long weekend is coming up, and the teachers are actually proving themselves to have warm hearts. I hope that they go through with the "less homework during thanksgiving break" rant they've been waving in our faces for the past few weeks.
I am contemplating whether or not I should visit NYC next week, or not. I would love to have a one day excursion with some friends, and I feel like I deserved it, what after all of this back-breaking work. Haha.
Back to it, I guess.

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.