Oh man... I'm forgetting something... I know I am.
Wait.
I pull out my awesome diary from my bag. I love my bag, but it's going to be so heavy tomorrow when I have to put it on my back. And it's raining. I know I have my beautiful umbrella, but the rain's so bugging, man. Everything gets wet! Can't have that, I have to carry my laptop!! It's pretty.. I don't want it to die!
Anyway. So there's the pol lecture early in the morning. Should be easy to get through, it wasn't one I needed to pay much attention in. It was going to be our weekly gossip session, anyway, since the staircases tended to be rather crowded these days what with all those boxes and all that equipment travelling up and down.
I couldn't wait to hear the child's next ridiculous, love-lorn, amusing tale. She was such fun, so much entertainment, her life. Or this part, anyway.
And yeah, I needed to buy more stationary. And then make those calls that nobody else seems to be making.
Oh yeah, and then, in break, head to *insert name of department here* and deal with them, and then at 11am, head to *insert random meeting here* and find out what they want.
FC.. God, those people.. How could they function being so bubble-protected?! Dexter couldn't do it, and they think they can!
Oooh! Cartoon Network stuff.. Such classics. Nahi toh, now..
Waitaminute. Where's my pencil? Aaaargh!!! Sikandar stole my pencil! And I'm sure he's lost it. It was my NICE pencil. I miss it..
Must take *insert item of use* for *insert any name you please* so that they live happier lives. Must call *insert name of person* and see if s/he is alright, s/he didn't seem okay earlier, I hope it was nothing and all's good.
Also need to know everything rationally, be able to discuss rationally, and still not be a piss off like CERTAIN people.
Must be nice to the world.
Must make people realise the error of their ways, how to be better people, how to make the world a better place.
Must make *insert name, along with something you don't do, but should do to ensure better quality of life*
*Godly voice of blogger*
You're a dream-come-true. Watch out, phone bill, it's going to die next year with all the constant texting and replying that happens.
Much love.
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