Wow. May 16.

Okay, so this is what I'm going to do. I have two blogs. This is the newer one, obviously.
Until I'm done with college, which is June 24, I'll be using my other blog www.whoachihiro.blogspot.com
It's pretty hard to manage two different blogs, whilst juggling college, and two university modules -which need about 60 hours each. So yeah...

So, I'll be updating that blog more, for the time being, if you want to check that out, or...
See you soon.
Yes, I am working on interview things. When life calms down, I'll spend a lot more time on it.

Thanks!

I have Twitter, incase you wanted to follow.... https://twitter.com/vasupillariseti
...not that I have anything of real significance to tweet about, ha.

Anyway, I have an exam now, so I should get ready. Blah. Education is hard. Sometimes
Bye guys (:

STUDENT.

I have been ridiculously busy.

This is what has ben thrust upon me; just a small little student, with only procrastination as her best friend.

• assignment 1 
• assignment 2 
• assignment 3 
• university module 1
• university module 2
• exam 1
• exam 2
• exam 3
• exam 4
• exam 5

as well as that, I've got exams coming up in June. I ALSO have to read a million and one books for my university exams. I love reading, but with so much to do (and so little time etc) I want to do everything BUT study. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who does that, right? No? Okay, that's fine. 

I think I've taken on far too much. Gah. >_<

Anyway, it isn't just me with a lot of work. GCSE and A-Level students have started freaking out about their exams also. My sister had her first Biology A-Level exam today. I do hope she's done well. That would be nice. She could get into a good med school if you wants to. 

Sigh. Those were the days. GCSEs are so easy compared to what I'm faced with now. A-Levels are a lot harder, but still, I enjoyed sixth form a lot. 

Even revising for exams were pretty awesome then. I'd do anything to go back to the time when we would sit in the front field at school, with a picnic blanket, food from Sainsburys just up the road; and of course our textbooks. I miss the fact that you were surrounded by people in the same boat as you. 

A few hours before each exam, we'd all ask each other how much we studied the night before, what we studied. We'd compare notes. This was obviously a bad idea. If someone studied say, a certain theme in a certain novel, someone else would freak out, and exclaim that they'd studied another theme or whatever; and once we'd sat the exam, we would come piling out of the exam hall with sighs of relief, and 'thank god that's over', we would turn to our friends, and even people we wouldn't usually hang out with, or speak to, to discuss what we had written for the questions, once again getting anxious, because a they had put down a different answer. But I liked that. I wouldn't say it was "fun" exactly, but the times spent revising together were awesome.

Honestly, I think those are the summers I'll treasure forever. 

Wow, I didn't expect the most part of this post to be filled with nostalgia. I was supposed to be complaining about how much work I had. 

Facebook.

After much pleading from my friend, I eventually decided to re-activate my Facebook profile.
It had been at least a month, possibly even more since I'd last used my account, and the idea of logging in again was quite daunting, but not to the extent where I would freak out. I'm not that lame. I just didn't want to; and to be honest, when I 'deleted' my account, I had no feelings of 'oh my god, what am I going to do with myself now?' None of that. No withdrawal symptoms.

So it's no surprise that I wasn't so keen to go back on. Here's my analogy: re-activating my account is the same as deciding to finally mow your lawn, after five years of pure laziness. It's terrifying. You don't know what you'll find. I did wonder what would be in store, but I was quite indifferent for the most part. I just didn't care for this social networking site.

I activated my account again, and there was a great sense of.....'meh'. Literally. I didn't feel like it was going to be one of those slow motion running towards your lover (on the beach, or a field full of daisies) scene. I didn't know what to expect. Grass up to my shoulders? Not quite, but....yeah.

....straight up, I just hate it. I hate Facebook. My existence on there won't last long. I just won't be so easily persuaded next time. If people ask, I won't tell them I have Facebook. That's the deal I made with myself.

I've got to go now; I have a driving lesson. How fun. Not.
Bye guys. -Is guys too cliche? It just seems like I'm writing to myself, as opposed to legit readers; therefore it feels like I'm referring to myself...whatever.

Bye.

Project.

This started when my aunt (in Indian culture everyone is your aunt, unless they are male -in which case they are your uncle)....when my "aunt" came to Gravesend.

She has this book in which the author writes out his conversations with his university professor. The story itself is quite short, therefore classifying it as a 'quick read.' My father had borrowed it; his feelings on the book; "it's okay, I didn't enjoy it much. It was just a quick read. It's okay..."

Anyway, my aunt suggested, quite loosely, that I should do a similar sort of thing, except interview my father; I mean that's a wonderful idea, but I've done something of the same nature before. It was a 'Day In The Life Of'; in his case, a doctor. Initially, I didn't think much of it, mainly because she suggested I should do the interview with him; but over the coming days I seriously thought about it, as a legit project in between college and assignments and whatnot; exams too. Yes! Exams -being a student does have its perks. I jest. Back to topic at hand...

...Eventually, I was adamant that I would do this, and to make sure I would not go back on my word, I posted the idea onto the Blogger forum; because that way if I did get any response, I wouldn't be able to back out; and at first, I didn't think I'd get any responses at all. Not one. So it was extremely awesome to see people who were really interested in said project.

AND NOW: Well, as I said before, I'm sort of doing this in between college, university etc so it may (or may not) take a while to get things all perfect, you know?

I've got to email everyone, to sort of communicate any ideas I may have, or they may have etc.
Gah, I hope it works out. It would be so lovely to do this, and I guess it would (maybe?) help with my ambition to become a journalist, no?

My 'to-do' list just got a little bit longer. Awesome. Don't worry, I like being productive. (:

I'm impulsive.

I love reading. I love shopping for books more than I love shopping for clothes. I hate shoe shopping though; trying shoes on and walking around to see if they fit doesn't appeal to me so much.

Which is why I love book shopping. I mean, I can pick up a book, read the summary on the back and take it to the checkout, thus purchasing it. Whether I like it or not is a whole different story, although the latter seldom occurs. I tend to read a book and not form an opinion on it until I've completely finished it.
I literally do not judge a book by it cover. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to. I'm not entirely sure why. I think I just want to build up a huge collection of books. I think I'm on the verge of sounding quite pretentious; you know, just buying books because you think it's fashionable, but never actually read them.
...I'm not entirely sure I'm making a coherent point here.

I was actually wondering if I should post a few journal entries on here. I don't know. I'm not worried for my personal life.
I'm really tired. I have college tomorrow, albeit at one in the afternoon, so I do get a lie-in, but I'm working on some exciting (I think....hopefully) interview things on here....I'll give a thorough explanation on why/what/how etc tomorrow, when I'm really awake....sometimes I wish I was nocturnal. -Vampires seem to be all the rage nowadays, so.

Goodnight!

You CAN have your cake and eat it.

Come forward and claim your cake guys. ;)

students.

Sprawled across the floor, in the drawing room, struggling to think of original ways to start my essay. Feel free to distract me. Awesome.