Magnetic airheads and the secret of the cylindrical tube. What crap!

Click, click, double-click. The unversity’s Internet connection is the closest thing to God at this moment. Youtube.com is the destination, spend a couple of minutes thinking of an awesome song to listen to, another few 10s of minutes to scroung around in your head for that darned title of that darned song.. ahh, not happening tonight, not at all but Lady luck thinks otherwise. You have a brainwave (unfortunately, limited to such mundane things these days) and key in those words that’ll bring a few minutes of pleasure. Sitting in your lab at 12.36 AM and trying hard to study for a God-forsaken exam 3 days away with mountains to scale and magnetic forces to resist is certainly not the hep way of spending Friday night. Sigh… Well, back to that song. You’re all ready for nirvana, and fate slaps you this time like a bitch  ‘Where’s those earphones, pretty boy?’ Ah ha ha, Lady luck cuckolds you yet again.

Move on, next act, next scene. After a few futile minutes of looking at the notes and going through Ray Romano’s classic dialogue ‘What am I doing here? What the hell is wrong with me?’, online movie streaming seems a better way to prepare. Repeat steps 1-whatever: search movie, read preveiw, review, check out the actresses’ body(s), see if there’s going to be a ‘scene’ and thou is ready to start streaming. Helloooooooooooooooo, not happening without sound. If I wanted to watch silent movies, I don’t intend ‘Underworld 2′ (Kate Beckinsale, period.) to be of that genre.

And lest I forgot, Facebook isn’t happening at this time (ppl sleep early, I have no control over that). 12.45 AM

Well, fuck it all. Light a fag, watch the smoke twirl around and rejoice.

Sigh…….

~ by Siddharth on April 23, 2010.