Holiday!
I turned 18 a few days ago, and actually felt it. You know how birthdays usually don't feel like anything, and if it weren't for the fact that we have calendars, they'd go by unregistered? Well, for the first time in my life, I have found that to be untrue. I actually felt something when I turned 18 or, rather, the days before and after I turned 18.
Nothing physical, of course. I didn't sprout a second head or third eyebrow or anything of the sort. But I did feel a strange sort of psychological pressure, a nagging thought of 'OK, I'm 18, now I actually have to do something with my life'.
Of course, this only lasted for a few hours because luckily, I get over things pretty fast. Also, the purchase of a new laptop aided in the recovery.
Oh, yes, the new laptop.
Well, what can I say, she's beautiful. Yes, of course she's female. All laptops are female, didn't you know? Now I've officially left Moses Jr. to my mother (Moses is Jr. because his motherboard got changed last year. He used to be just Moses) and taken possession of my brand new Preity. Preity like the actress.
Preity is pretty for many reasons. Firstly, she is the first item I have bought especially for university. Also, she has almost invisible yet uber-cool designs all over her. On top of all that, she allows me to type as I sit in bed in Turkey, as I am right now.
Oh, yes, Turkey.
Well, I'm back in the motherland for the summer, as I usually am. I haven't been to the seaside yet, but I'll go tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and... you get the gist. To say that it is hot here would be an understatement, so bathing is kind of essential. Either that or you sit under the air conditioning all day, but that isn't very healthy.
The highlight up to now has been meeting my hot cousin Aladdin. Now despite being my age, Aladdin is actually my mum's cousin, and that gives me an excuse to think about just how good looking that boy is. No, seriously. He really is hot. Of course, I feel nothing but sisterly affection towards him, but there's no harm in aesthetic appreciation, is there? The problem is that Aladdin consistently goes out with girls who are simply not pretty enough for him. I should know. He shows me their photos.
This last one, for example, is definitely not much above average, and believe me when I say that Aladdin is HOT. In case I hadn't managed to get the point across previously. So I wonder, how is it that normal girls get hot guys and pretty girls with brains (like me, for example) get nothing? Perhaps we scare the men off. It's the brain; girls aren't supposed to have one.
Aladdin is not my cousin's real name, obviously. Pan came up with it. She's seen a photo and is convinced that he looks like Aladdin.
Speaking of Pan, she's stuck in Milan, poor thing, and Milan is a ghost city in August. It's weird not seeing her or talking to her on the phone every day. I miss her. Sniff.
And that, friends, is all for now. Excuse the mess of random topics that was this post.
Nothing physical, of course. I didn't sprout a second head or third eyebrow or anything of the sort. But I did feel a strange sort of psychological pressure, a nagging thought of 'OK, I'm 18, now I actually have to do something with my life'.
Of course, this only lasted for a few hours because luckily, I get over things pretty fast. Also, the purchase of a new laptop aided in the recovery.
Oh, yes, the new laptop.
Well, what can I say, she's beautiful. Yes, of course she's female. All laptops are female, didn't you know? Now I've officially left Moses Jr. to my mother (Moses is Jr. because his motherboard got changed last year. He used to be just Moses) and taken possession of my brand new Preity. Preity like the actress.
Preity is pretty for many reasons. Firstly, she is the first item I have bought especially for university. Also, she has almost invisible yet uber-cool designs all over her. On top of all that, she allows me to type as I sit in bed in Turkey, as I am right now.
Oh, yes, Turkey.
Well, I'm back in the motherland for the summer, as I usually am. I haven't been to the seaside yet, but I'll go tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and... you get the gist. To say that it is hot here would be an understatement, so bathing is kind of essential. Either that or you sit under the air conditioning all day, but that isn't very healthy.
The highlight up to now has been meeting my hot cousin Aladdin. Now despite being my age, Aladdin is actually my mum's cousin, and that gives me an excuse to think about just how good looking that boy is. No, seriously. He really is hot. Of course, I feel nothing but sisterly affection towards him, but there's no harm in aesthetic appreciation, is there? The problem is that Aladdin consistently goes out with girls who are simply not pretty enough for him. I should know. He shows me their photos.
This last one, for example, is definitely not much above average, and believe me when I say that Aladdin is HOT. In case I hadn't managed to get the point across previously. So I wonder, how is it that normal girls get hot guys and pretty girls with brains (like me, for example) get nothing? Perhaps we scare the men off. It's the brain; girls aren't supposed to have one.
Aladdin is not my cousin's real name, obviously. Pan came up with it. She's seen a photo and is convinced that he looks like Aladdin.
Speaking of Pan, she's stuck in Milan, poor thing, and Milan is a ghost city in August. It's weird not seeing her or talking to her on the phone every day. I miss her. Sniff.
And that, friends, is all for now. Excuse the mess of random topics that was this post.
Labels: Random is good
posted by The Poodle's Friend at 5:27 PM
3 Comments:
*sniff* I miss you too!
Preity is beautiful, but Aladdin is HOT. Seriously, I should stop drooling over random Turkish men.
hi! ok seriously, the guy is your cousin! ew. oh and you KNOW how pan feels about alladin right?
right??
ugh i wish i was in turkey right now. it just wont stop raining here.
I'm kind of disappointed that Aladdin isn't his real name.
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