One corny line and your blog is ruined forever.
Blogs are a reputation of sorts.
Blogger or Live journal? where is option c. none of the above?
Why dont they ask that question in multiple choice exams anymore?
Has anyone asked why?
Is our right to choose 'none of the above' being denied to us?
Right to choice also means right of choosing what the choices are.

Feeling: wierd, awkward, down.
Music: the heater buzzing.

Chocolate brown bumpy thickened painted stairs, yellowed creamed crembule coloured ceiling walls.. a glassed bulb of yellowish white light and hand rails of bare minimum pre requisite.
My chat hub.
My fight club.
Buggin hub.
Solace.

My fire exit.
This is the place I get to be when the lights are out, the mind is numb, heart and hard talk both occur in quick succession.

Steps of whisper heard but to quickly fade and die, things are talked and learnt, to relearn and question why, sometimes things arent what they seem, and the fire exit is one of those secret havens.

Sometimes life is not reflective of what you thought it was.
And sometimes you are not what you thought you were.
Life takes some turns to make you realize you came back to realizing you were still the same emotional person you were trying to run away from.

Make life simple.
I hope I never have to do this again.

Froggy Bottom Pub

A shallow young-ish pub with lots of beer and young things and football on tv and a pool table and smart-sorrow-drowning female bartenders and more beer. A basement crammed, cheap and hard wooden benches to sit up straight and listen to the real-life ‘education’. A tv on mute with the commentator furiously talking in subtitles and crazy Americans watching the same money churning sport with eagerness that surpasses their normal lives. Some undergrads, pierced, quite obviously and drowning the bitchy life sorrows over a beer. Glasses are plastic, kegs lined up, and pitchers big enough for night long conversations with friends. The name, to be taken literally, translates into Froggy- the froggy at the door, Bottom- the pub is in the basement. Other than the charming photos of regulars over beer, there is an broken pin ball machine against the wall and a Chinese guy welcoming you!

If you think its a treat to watch people drunk or otherwise, over some good conversation, get froggied and bottomed here!

The tv anchors are the most monotonous of them all, the same enthusiastic voices, the same excitement about a new scoop, but telling the same stories of scandals and war.....

Writing as a sequence of events is of no consequence. Randomness is a variable. Randomness is cool. I think of those who are smarter than me, intellectually, how many people could there be, in a random sample of the population of the whole world?

I don’t think I’d get a very good probability there.

I’m not about to give up, so lets try relative ‘brainy-ness’

Well I don’t know what test to use..

How about we assume that arrogance =1 modesty= -1 and ability to make you feel like these numbers make sense = 0

Pot-Bellied

It’s a warm yellow fuzzy feeling, when you walk through the door, stand in long lines, with people shouting across the room, as dogs lie comfy and sleepy. Crispy wheat, salty mayo and crunchy lettuce, once you’re eaten, you’re pot-bellied @ 5$

PS: If you want to be caffeine-ated @ 1$ - go!
If you want to be Beatle-ed on a rainy day and you’ve been working like a dog- you jus gotta have a yellow submarine or Cliff Richard like really lucky lips. :P

Charming men <->Calculative women ie

Super hot woman -> Dumb men

The smooth talkers have their way with women, and talk their way into relationships, friends, and to the center of the lady’s attention. The lady for her part is calculative and finds the smartest, cash register ringing boy she can find, and treats him like a kid. Both trying hard to show smartness, calmness, and oozing frustration of a different kind.

Go find a motel.

Anyone up for any more equations?

Where is alanis morisette?
There are some very ironic things happening here, and I need a song. It might help if she was naked and was singing in the middle of the road. [ok i know its not the same song, its thank you...so what?]

Feeling: frustrated
Music: surprise, miss morisette.

Correlation is not causality. Well, okay so?
I have my mid terms in a few days, and I have this bad bad gut feeling that I am not going to get that 'A' that i really need. If my hardwork caused me to get the marks i got then i would get ceiling cracking high marks. but its not causality, so i have to settle with the hope of a correlation, that would play out in my mid term.
I have the whole bit of t, f, z, regression, and thier many many versions and SAS, the killer.
This is when i start thinking of alternate careers, the day before the exam-
what if i were a writer?
what if i was an astronaut?
How come i didnt get that strong feeling when i was a kid that I wanted to be a pilot or traveller or some such? Maybe I was too mediocre...stop wait i dont wanna hear anymore.

Bloggin is also a huge waste of the little time before a big exam like this one. I was reading a recent blog on WoW and one of its guild members experience with finally quitting the game.
Its incredible to see/ study how people react to a virtual alternate person they create.
Wether its match.com or WoW it all bring it down to the same thing, virtual reality.

People screw up big time, with thier lives, and i cant afford to flunk the exam coz i am paying through my nose for it, so maybe i should take off this broadband ka cable and go study.
Wat say?

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice
In the mornin hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin down the road I get a feelin
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday...

Where is the soul food?
Where is the starvation?
Where is the song?
Where is my release?

Take me home.

Feeling: Useless.
Music: The sounds in my head.

I just realized that I have not been fuilfilling my soul desires for very long. I have been chasing the money longer than I would imagine. Sometimes its good to be this way, carefree, and doing what comes to you naturally. I feel my writing has suffered. I see so many interesting blogs, blogosphere etiquette, and new rules to the game, and many many people who are funny and intelligent. The blogosphere is the way to osmos-ify the smarter folk. It’s an opinionated society and I am glad all the more. I remember someone who said sometime that “I hate what you’re saying about me, but I would kill for your right to say it”.

I got the comment that my blog, not increasingly, but from the very beginning, has been very personal, and even those who know me fairly well don’t get an idea of what I am trying to say. That dosent say very much about my writing skills now, does it? Well..anyway now that I have a life (LOL) I can say with reasonable confidence that I am here to improve and bring back my writing to what I’d like it to be. And I am not going on an attack on blogs-are-personal-so-I-wont-please-audience kinds. I don’t think anyone who loves to write, writes to impress the audience, like someone said, after writing it feels good to be appreciated. I think this is a trite, stale, rotten old debate and I refuse to delve into it any further. That very last sentence sums up my life, contradiction. I don’t write to please the audience, if you studied statistics, or even otherwise, you would understand that if you are appreciated the first time it is likely that you would want to unconsciously incorporate the audience-factor the next time you are writing, and make attempts to be funny, witty, sound intelligent, among other things, which you might not have done otherwise.

I don’t want to leave, and that’s a good thing, coz I am not being left behind either. I have a cowboy to ride into the sunset with.