I hate sunday nights. Im fine in the morning, but the nights? Hate those. I ALWAYS feel sucky at that time. Why though? I'll tell you. Because of the realization that i have college the next day. Because i have to go back to the hostel the next day. Because after every weekend i usually have a test coming up for which i never study at the weekend, eventhough i should have. Because i actually miss the people in my khala's house when i go back to the hostel. I miss being with people i know, and love. AND, because i hate having to wake up early the next day.
Reason enough right?
I thought i'd go out and have a good time with my people this weekend, but the plan kinda caught fire and exploded, even the ashes disappeared. I dont even know how. The day was a borefest.
I was/in such a dead mood today. I wasted my time and didnot study for my huge stage thats coming up. I should've. I didn't even complete watching 'the king's speech'. I did not re activate my internet account either. I lost my collegge overall somewhere. Disasterous? I blame me. Mostly.
Ive stopped praying regularly. I used to. But laziness has taken over. How can you want to do something so badly and then choose not to do it? Kinda contradictory it is. But well. It reminds me of this thing i read in Atlas Shrugged. It says
'Contradictions don't exist. If you find two ideas contradicting each other, check your premises. One of them will be wrong'. Something like that. I think i agree.
My friend Sd texted me tonight. And told me that she thought i was a great friend. She is not the type to say that. Not really. So it really lifted me up, her saying it like that. Yay me.
You know what i am right now? A leaf. In the wind.
I had haleem two times today.
My khala told me stories about her on-call duties in the hospital Emergency back in the day. Gross, sad and funny ones. I cant imagine myself doing all that. I can actually, a little. :D eeee.
okay bye. Ima try and sleep now. Too much info for all you random people out there.
P.s. Donald duck has a sister named Dumbella.
p.s.2. Somebody should write a song called 'sunday nights'.