3 posts tagged “holidays”

I'm going out of town tomorrow for the rest of the week -- a wedding in the family, and then on to a very exciting college fest with my friends, so I'll probably see you next on New Year's Eve or thereabouts. In the meantime, this is something you might find interesting.

Happy Holidays again, everyone, be safe and be well!

Lazy lazy Tuesday morning. Bunked work because I woke up at 0730 in the morning after a night of strange dreams that left me feeling like I'd never slept at all -- plus I just wanted to relax. It's funny, I'm usually someone that never remembers dreams, but over the last couple days I've woken with vivid memories of absurd ones. For example, last night my whole family was on a rocketship to somewhere in outer space, and I was trying valiantly to stop my mother from climbing onto the exterior of the ship (the way astronauts do when they need to repair stuff etc -- something I've always found incredibly scary).

I'm going to see B. in the afternoon. It's always nice to hang out with him at his place but of late I've been wishing we'd go out more. I think I'll suggest it to him if his health is ok. I really feel like some waffles and maple syrup today =) muahahaha. Fooooood.

I do wish people would stop dissing the QotD all the time. Almost every Vox blog I visit has something nasty to say about it. And it's getting pretty tiresome. Freedom of speech and all, I definitely appreciate that, but if you're so irked by what you see as stupid QotDs then please, please do venture to submit a question of your own that you think is interesting and different. Chances are, you'll find a bunch of people criticising even that. If the questions seem so insupportably inane, you always do have a choice to either rectify the situation by sending in your own or just not answering them. There are blogs dedicated to just poking fun at QotD, and even if their caustic comments were funny at the beginning, now they're just a bore. Believe me, I find some of those questions silly too. And sometimes excessively America-centric. But the questions change every day and some are good, some are not, that's just the way it is. They won't always appeal to all of us.

Anyway, I'm off to take a nice long shower and read some Amartya Sen.

Right, I did make it. Packed and ready to go, just need to slide my laptop into its bag and I'm good. My flight out's not for another few hours, but I'm going to the airport early anyway. I tell people it's to avoid rush-hour traffic, which is perfectly true, but mostly it's just because I want out, and I want out now.

Had my first argument of the season with my parents last night on the phone. We're fine at a distance, but when I'm about to go home, and when I do go home, that does a 180. You'll most probably be hearing a lot more on that over the next two months that I'm on holiday, so we'll save it for later. Let it suffice to say I was angry, dad was angry, mom was angry, lots of screaming, and old familiar deja-vu.

But I get to see B. at the end of this week. And all my other friends. And get to be normal and not crazed, overworked, competitive, and frightened. That normalcy comes at the price of having to confront my family again, with whom I've never seemed to get along although I do love them, but happiness always has its price, doesn't it.

There's so much crap I've collected in my room and wardrobe and handbags and backpacks over the term -- was clearing everything out and am amazed at how much there is. Old bills and receipts, letters and cards that I've received over the last four and a half months (I never have the heart to throw away any of them), movie tickets, books I thought I'd lost, clothes I thought had been flicked. Some of it is definitely not mine, probably stuffed in by one or the other of my friends who'd borrowed my bag/s - for example, I definitely did not buy Adidas flip-flops worth seven hundred bucks at Abdel Khader on the 27th of September, or watch The Devil Wears Prada sometime earlier that week. I have a sneaking suspicion it was Z. but then who knows.

Already found my name on a list of project topics allotted in Labour Law, International Law and Con Law-II for next term, but I'm stoically refusing to think about that just now. I'm kind of looking forward to I-Law because I have a great topic -- related to International Air Law -- but I've heard we might be getting a not-so-nice prof and that'll just throw a spanner in it.

Ugh! Why am I talking academics?!

Just crossing my fingers that these hols go off well, with minimal familial conflict (sigh -- the prospect really is weighing me down) and with the regeneration of a modicum of sanity in my life.