Excerpts from my journal - 1

7th January 2009 (10:30-11:30 P.M.) (My room)

I woke up to a disturbing feeling, a realization of sorts, about the utter disregard I've meted out to my academics these past couple of months. I'm playing out the worst case scenarios' on my mind so that I may be freaked out into settling down with my books at long last. Apart from that, one thing I have been waking up to constantly for the past 3 days is a sore throat and a running nose. I skipped classes today, I intend to study. We had Accounts in the morning, but since I'm already taking extra help for Accounts I decided on skipping it. I didn't have to convince myself much about missing the second class - Management Skills and Ethos, not because of the subject but rather due to the lecturer. A person with no knowledge of what the lec. was teaching would be forgiven to think that we were having a class on 'Prof. P.K.Ghosh's' (name changed for obvious reasons) friken Biography'.

I treated myself to 'New year Presents' the other day. Apart from the thing I'm writing on, I bought a book/novel by DBC Pierre. It's his second novel after 'Vernon God Little', which was one of my favorite reads - and maybe it won the 'The Man - Booker Prize'. I haven't finished the book, per se, but it's not half as good as the previous one. I guess its because of the British humor and slang its based on, I'm just getting exposed to it. Anyways, I hope it gets better because I shelled out quite a bit for it.

I have a mind to finish at least one lousy topic in Economics today, 'Demand Theory'. I packed up my lap top today, I've been glued to it like a friken maggot to a corpse. I barely get time to do anything, staring at the screen for hours like a douche bag. I've really become one these days. My growth is heavily biased towards horizontal growth and that too comprised of fat and bile and God knows what - owing to the amount of junk food I consume. Add to that my utter lack of physical toil, all perfectly topped up by my alarmingly low motivation to change things. Presently I can feel a part of that bile on the very edges of my lower cheeks conjunction point. So I'm going to have to call it a page (day). Nature calls…You just don't have a choice do you.